In a Ramada Inn near the grapevine, they stop to rest for the night. Traveling down south, looking for good times. Visiting old friends feels right.
No one has the answers, but one thing is true. You got to turn on evil, when its coming after you.
Possessions and concessions are not often what they seem, they drag you down and load you down in disguise of security.
Went looking for faith on the forest floor, and it showed up everywhere. In the sun, and the water, and the falling leaves, the falling leaves of time.
Sailing heart-ships through broken harbors out on the waves of the night, still the searcher must ride the dark horse racing alone in his fright.
Was he a doper or was he just a loser?
With Crazy Horse, it’s all one big, growing, smoldering sound, and I’m part of it. It’s like gliding, or some sort of natural surfing.
Southern man better keep your head, don’t forget what your good book says.
Took out Skinny Minnie, Long Tall Sally, and Short Fat Fanny, but I’m kinda fonda Wanda.
Lust comes creeping through the night to feed on hearts of suburban wives who learned to pretend when they met their dreams end.
Love is a healer and I love you.
I don’t look at a knife the way I used to. I’m more aware of what it is. I think twice. This is a key finger. It’s in every chord.
Mother Goose, she’s on the skids. Sure ain’t happy, neither are the kids.
If you want to get lost in the jungle rhythm, get down on the ground and pretend you’re swimming.
Like a mountain that’s growing.
Old man take a look at my life, I’m a lot like you were.
This is the 21st century, we are a highly evolved race, our capabilities are so great compared to what we are doing. We have been lulled into addiction and everything is built around it and you have to break out of it and think outside of the box.
I’m always open to new stuff. I don’t sit and try to figure out what to do, I just wait for an idea to come.
I try not to look back. I’m looking forward. I’m worried more about what I’m going to do next week than I am what I did last week. There are too many things to do. Looking back is for everybody else.
My life is not a political campaign. I just write about what is on my mind. I just play whatever I feel like playing. Whatever is in my soul at the time is what I want to do. I have, thank god, enough people who are still interested in what I am doing so that I can go out and keep doing it.
Vinyl is great, I made a lot of vinyl, but I don’t want new vinyl that’s from digital sources, because that’s a rip off.