The passage of time eliminates some of the more intimate details of one's existence. The routine trivia like passing water and shitting and the amount of food and alcohol consumed in the course of daily survival. Sure, there were girls. Lots of'em. It's inevitable.

When he feels the world is closing in, he turns his stereo way up high. He just spends his life, living in a rock and roll fantasy.

Underneath that rude exterior, you've got a heart of gold.

I am the image maker, I am the magic maker, I can turn the most ordinary man in the world into a star.

A restless spirit who can't reach his goal, can't find a home until I've found my soul.

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'm easy driving, But I'm not a person who loves living pleasantly above all else. I'm not that way at all. I might think I'm that, but I'm not really that.