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Also, right at that particular time in the music business, because of people like the Beatles, people began owning their own publishing. I'll just say this really quickly - they used to divide the money for the music that was written in two, just equal halves.

And my dad wanted me to play the trumpet because that's what he liked. His idol was Louis Armstrong. My dad thought my teeth came together in a way that was perfect for playing the trumpet.

And while the future's there for anyone to change, still you know it's seems, It would be easier sometimes to change the past.

As far as those kinds of things, I also played at the concert to call for the release of Nelson Mandela when he was a political prisoner in South Africa. We were celebrating his 70th birthday and calling for his release.

But when you know that you've got a real friend somewhere, suddenly all the others are so much easier to bear.

Caught between the longing for love, and the struggle for the legal tender, where the sirens sing and the church bells ring, and the junk man pounds his fender. Where the veterans dream of the fight, fast asleep at the traffic light, and the children solemnly wait for the ice cream vendor.

Coffee in the morning, cocaine afternoons.

Do the steps that you've been shown, by everyone you've ever known, until the dance becomes your very own.

Eleven on a scale of ten, honey, let me introduce you to my redneck friend.

Famine and disaster, right there in front of you, and the more you watch, the less you do.

Forget what life used to be, you are what you choose to be. It's whatever it is you see that life will become.

Got seven women on my mind. Four that want to own me, two that want to stone me, and one says she's a friend of mine.

How long can you hear someone crying - how long can you hear someone dying - before you ask yourself why?

How long will it be 'till we've turned To the tasks and the skills That we'll have to have learned If we're going to find our place in the future And have something to offer Where this planet's concerned?

Hunger in the midnight, hunger at the stroke of noon Hunger in the banquet, hunger in the bride and groom Hunger on the TV, hunger on the printed page And there's a God-sized hunger underneath the questions of the age

I'd have to say that my favorite thing is writing a song that really says how I feel, what I believe - and it even explains the world to myself better than I knew it.

I don't know what happens when people die Can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try It's like a song I can hear playing right in my ear That I can't sing I can't help listening

I followed those highway signs and I've run down those thin white lines.

I grew up reading Shakespeare and Mark Twain.

I let her do some of my laundry and she slipped in a few meals in between, and next thing I remember, she was all moved in.

I love to read. I love to stretch. In the morning, I get up, and if I'm not in a hurry, I will lie on the floor on a rug, look through some books and magazines, and maybe listen to music and try to do stretching exercises to tune up.

I'm a big fan of British journalists like 'The Independent”s Robert Fisk, but it's hard to find voices like his in the U.S.

I’m going to be a happy idiot and struggle for the legal tender.

I'm gonna be a happy idiot and struggle for the legal tender. Where the ads take aim and lay their claim to the heart and the soul of the spender. And believe in whatever may lie in those things that money can buy, though true love could have been a contender.

I'm losing touch with reality and I'm almost out of blow. It's such a fine line, I hate to see it go. Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain.

I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, it could be that I've lost my way.

I'm sensitive, you know, about some things, and as some of my partners could attest to, incredibly insensitive.

I never was a very good singer.

In the end, they traded their tired wings for the resignation that living brings. And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow for the glitter and the rouge, and in the moment they were swept before the deluge.

Into a dancer you have grown from the seeds somebody else has sown.

I taught myself to play the piano, because I wanted to play it.

I told my father I wanted to play the banjo, and so he saved the money and got ready to give me a banjo for my next birthday, and between that time and my birthday, I lost interest in the banjo and was playing guitar.

It's not like I'm looking to describe something that's only true of my own circumstances. It's beyond. It's way inside, you know. It's reaching inside to something that you have in common with many.

It was a great time to be born, because I got to have my own publishing company right from the beginning, so I made more money than somebody would have doing what I did ten or fifteen years before.

I've also gotten to play in front of a million people in Central Park when there was a grass roots movement calling for nuclear disarmament - it was about 1982 - they called it Peace Sunday.

I've been aware of the time passing by they say in the end it's the wink of an eye and when the morning light comes streaming in you'll get up and do it again

I've written many extra verses to songs that I learned to sing - an extra verse about a friend, or just add some verse - and that led to writing my own songs.

I want to find myself a girl who can show me what laughter means, and we'll fill in the missing numbers in each others paint-by-numbers dreams.

I want to know what became of the changes we waited for love to bring/Were they only the fitful dreams of some greater awakening?

I was doing my best Bogart, but I was having trouble getting into her jeans.

I wrote the song For A Dancer for a friend of mine who died in a fire. He was in the sauna in a house that burned down, so he had no idea anything was going on. It was very sad.

Let the disappointments pass, let the laughter fill your glass.

Let the disappointments pass Let the laughter fill your glass Let the illusions last until they shatter Whatever you might hope to find among the thoughts that crowd your mind There won't be many that ever really matter.

Let the music keep our spirits high, let the buildings keep our children dry, let creation reveal its secrets by and bye.

Like, What is the least often heard sentence in the English language? That would be: Say, isn't that the banjo player's Porsche parked outside?

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels. Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields.

More than a career, I feel that I've got a function. I see things in a much more holistic way. Some people bake the bread, and some people write the songs.

Musician jokes are a kind of joke that usually have to do with how much money someone makes. Musicians are always starving, so they're really mean to each other about who makes what.

Music itself is a great source of relaxation. Parts of it anyway. Working in the studio, that's not relaxing, but playing an instrument that I don't know how to play is unbelievably relaxing, because I don't have any pressure on me.

No matter how fast I run, I can't get away from me.