Louis Armstrong playing trumpet on the Judgment Day..

The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming..

On a morning from a Bogart movie, in a country where they turn back time. You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre, contemplating a crime.….

There's room in the world for one historical folk-rock singer to make a decent living, and I happen to be it..

She doesn't give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears..

You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages..

Only two to three per cent of an audience is interested in words and pays attention to lyrics; most of the rest of it is about image or the beat or t….

Nothing that's forced can ever be right, if it doesn't come naturally, leave it..

Looking so cool, his greed is hard to conceal, he's fresh out of law school, you gave him a license to steal..

Look to the past and remember no empire rises that sooner or later won't fall..

Do you remember the church across the sands? You stood outside and planned to travel the lands, where the pilgrims go. So you packed your world up in….

Of all the girls I ever knew some loved and some denied me And all the words I ever said have been no use to hide me And all the songs I ever su….

She comes out of the sun in a silk dress, running like a water color in the rain..

We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we've come. And peer down the highway from here to eternity and reach out ….

I know there's a big bad world out there, but I rarely come across it..

Whoever you pretend to be, you must face yourself eventually..

Movie queens diffuse into Cinema haze, while libertines read pornozines in street cafes..

Jimi Hendrix played loud and free, Sergeant Pepper was real to me..

The literati in their cellarsPerform semantic tarantellas.I wish I did it half as well as them..