The devil knows the Bible like the back of his hand...
I like my music with the rinds and the seeds and pulp left in.
I think I have an adrenaline addiction, no question about that.
Don't plant your days they turn into weeds
There's only one reason why you write new songs: You get sick of the old songs. It's not that I didn't do anything during the time when I wrote no songs. I was creative, but in another way. I had ideas for songs and collected the ideas.
It's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace, and a wound that will never heal. No prima donna, the perfume is on an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey. Goodnight to the street sweepers, the night watchmen flame keepers and goodnight, Matilda, too.