Can You Please Crawl Out

Nothing Can Affect My Voice, It's So Bad.

It Rubs Me The Wrong Way, A Camera... It's A Frightening Thing...cameras Make Ghosts Out Of People.

I Never Could Guess Your Weight, Baby.

I Was Lingering Out On The Pavement. There Was A Missing Person Inside Of Myself And I Needed To Find Him . . . I Felt Done For, An Empty Burned-out Wreck . . . Wherever I Am, I'm A '60s Troubadour, A Folk-rock Relic, A Wordsmith From Bygone Days, A Fictitious Head Of State From A Place Nobody Knows.

Creativity Has Much To Do With Experience, Observation And Imagination, And If Any One Of Those Key Elements Is Missing, It Doesn't Work.