When I discovered Mose Allison I felt I had discovered the missing link between jazz and blues

The Christians to the lions sold out every night.

Newsmen winding up the nation, a little bad news helps circulation, pass on the panic to the population.

Long ago life was clean, sex was bad and obscene, and the rich were so mean. Stately homes for the Lords, croquet lawns, village greens, Victoria was my queen.

Revolution used to be cool, but now it's out of fashion.

To the field we are scattered from the day we are born to grow wild and sleep rough til from the earth we are torn.

I think that songwriting changed when groups started spending more time in the studio.