The fight to make ends meet, keeps a man upon his feet.

My access to music when I was growing up was through pirate radio, you know, transistor radio under the pillow, listening to one more and then 'just one more' until your favourite track comes on.

Trying to double talk, get myself in trouble talk.

Trying to describe something musical is like dancing to architecture, it's really difficult.

The fight to make ends meet, keeps a man upon his feet.

There is no profit in deceit. An honest man knows revenge is not sweet.

A pretty face, don't make a pretty heart.