Way over on the railroad, Tomorrow all the tipping trucks will unload together, Every scrapbook stuck with glue, And I’ll stand beside you, Beside you, child.
At the end of the day, we should give thanks and pray, to the one, to the one.
In deep confusion, in great despair, when I reach out for him, he is there. When I am lonely as I can be, then I know God shines his light on me.
The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.
This Hollywood ain’t no good, I would rather be like Robin Hood.
All the girls walk by dressed up for each other, and the boys do the boogie woogie on the corner of the street.
Music to me is spontaneous, writing is spontaneous and it’s all based on not trying to do it. From beginning to end, whether it’s writing a song, or playing guitar, or a particular chord sequence, or blowing a horn, it’s based on improvisation and spontaneity.
Someone once described me as a maverick and that’s what I would say. I’m a maverick not by choice but by conviction.
When heart is open, you will change just like a flower slowly opening.
Jackie Wilson said it was Reet-Petite, kind of love you got knock me off my feet.
It was really strange for me when I started to play concerts in America where the audiences were all sitting down.
Don’t want to discuss it, I think it’s time for a change You may get disgusted, some think that I’m strange In that case I’ll go underground, get some heavy rest Never have to worry, about what is worst and what is best.
It’s a marvelous night for a moondance!
Once in a blue moon someone like you comes along.
I’d love to live in Ireland but I’d like to live as me, not what someone thinks I am. People don’t understand – I lived there before I was famous.
From the dark end of the street – To the bright side of the road – We’ll be lovers once again on the – Bright side of the road.
Skiffle was blues featuring a washboard and acoustic instruments. It encompassed blues, with elements of folk, jazz, and, at times, American country-and-western music.
I just need somewhere to dump all my negativity.
I never paid attention to what was contemporary or what was commercial, it didn’t mean anything to me.
Well I’ve got to get out of the rat-race now I’m tired of the ways of mice and men And the empires all turning into rust again. Out of everything nothing remains the same That’s why I’m cloud hidden Cloud hidden Whereabouts unknown.