They filled us full of false illusions and promiscuity, and they led us down that class-less road of mediocrity.

I looked in the mirror at my pigeon chest, I had to put my clothes on cause it made me depressed.

If New Orleans is allowed to die, a crucial part of the world's music heritage will disappear.

I got that idea from being in India. I always like the chanting.

The battles, the fights, the bruises, the bites. That's the way true love grows.

Yesterday love was such an easy game for you to play. But now let's face it, things are so much easier today. Let it be like yesterday.

The King is dead, rock is done. You might be through, but I've just begun.