I've Had An Unusual Life.

I Wish You Luck With A Capital F.

You Swore You Wouldn't Shout. If It's Not Your Punch, Then It's Your Pout.

History Repeats The Old Conceits, The Glib Replies, The Same Defeats.

Why Can't A Man Stand Alone? Must He Be Burdened By All That He's Taught To Consider His Own? His Skin And His Station, His Kin And His Crown, His Flag And His Nation They Just Weigh Him Down

You Have To Face The Fact That I Have No Reputation As A Composer; I Have My Reputation As A Songwriter And A Performer-and That Opportunity Came This Summer, When I Was Invited To Perform At The Lincoln Centre Festival In New York... Three Nights.