If You Told The Truth,

All This Talk About Equality. The Only Thing People Really Have In Common Is That They Are All Going To Die.

It's Not Me, It's The Songs. I'm Just The Postman, I Deliver The Songs. When I First Heard Elvis' Voice, I Knew That I Wasn't Going To Work For Anybody ... Hearing Him For The First Time Was Like Busting Out Of Jail. This Land Is Your Land And This Land Is My Land, Sure, But The World Is Run By Those That Never Listen To Music Anyway. People Today Are Still Living Off The Table Scraps Of The Sixties. They Are Still Being Passed Around - The Music And The Ideas.

You're Going To Die. You're Going To Be Dead. It Could Be 20 Years, It Could Be Tomorrow, Anytime. So Am I. I Mean, We're Just Going To Be Gone. The World's Going To Go On Without Us. All Right, Now. You Do Your Job In The Face Of That, And How Seriously You Take Yourself, You Decide For Yourself.

An Artist Is Always In The State Of Becoming.

Down The Street The Dogs Are Barking And The Day Is Getting Dark. As The Night Comes In A-falling, The Dogs´ll Lose Their Bark And The Silent Night Will Shatter From The Sounds Inside My Mind, For I´m One To Many Mornings And A Thousand Miles Behind. From The Crossroads Of My Doorstep, My Eyes They Start To Fade, As I Turn My Head Back To The Room Where My Love And I Have Laid.