We are buried beneath the weight of information.

George Bush is a fan of mine, he came to see me in the Seventies. His coke dealer brought him.

Well you say that it's gospel, But I know that it's only church.

Your old home town's so far away, but inside your head there's a record that's playing, a song called 'Hold On

If you walk with Jesus, he's gonna save your soul. You gotta keep the devil way down in the hole. He's got the fire and the fury at his command.

There's truths there that spiral out of what appears to be just a word game. That's what I find mystifying about the meanings of things: they kind of unscrew themselves from the practical words.

And the earth died screaming, while I lay dreaming.