Lights are glowing in the palm trees...
Where’s the church, who took the steeple, Religion’s in the hands of some crazy ass people, Television preachers with bad hair and dimples, The God’s honest truth is, it’s not that simple.
I still believe in rock and roll, it pays my bills.
I was hungry and went out for a bite, ran into a chum with a bottle of rum and we wound up drinking all night.
I’ve always found drugs and alcohol somewhat pedestrian. It’s like, I don’t need an external agent to open my mind. I’m here, conscious, alert, present. Why would I alter that?
Some of it’s magic and some of it’s tragic but I had a good life all the way.
Whatever thrills you, anything you love to do, just say – Someday, I will.
The right combination of guilt and machismo has sent many a fool out into the jungle when he should have stayed home.
Moderation is the key so I work certain amout of time and then I take a certain amount of time off.
I was suppose to be a Jesuit priest or a naval academy graduate.
I got my hush puppies on. I guess I never was made meant for glitter rock and roll.
It’s my job to be better than the rest, and that’s enough reason to go for me. It’s my job to be better than the rest, and that makes the day for me.
Mother Mother Ocean, I have heard your call.
This morning I shot six holes in my freezer. I think I’ve got cabin fever.
We’re wanted men, we’ll strike again, but first let’s have a beer.
Found a shaman in a diaper with a poppy pot. When I asked if he was cold, he said just think hot.
Forget that blind ambition, and learn to trust your intuition.
When they tried to draft me, I earned a college degree.
These old ballparks are like cathedrals in America. We don’t have big old Gothic cathedrals like they do in Europe. But we got baseball parks.
There’s a strange sense of pleasure being beat to hell by a storm when you’re on a ship that is not going to sink.