And when the sun goes down and nothing feels right / Put on your sunglasses and slip into the night

There’s nothing better than an old Cadillac / At least that’s what my daddy always said.

I had to move on / Get a groove on / Put my shoes on / And walk away from the BLUNGE.

There’s chaos in the streets like everybody’s lost their mind.

I sang the pain and anguish of the city / I sang melodies of hope and despair / I sang all at once of the ugliness and beauty ...

How can one take over the world with music / when the band isn’t even slightly rehearsed?

I try to be original, I try my own ways / But there’s no way to avoid plagiarism or clichés.

Do you really want to go home again?

I’m back / Back in the real world / It’s time to catch up on everything I missed all the time I’ve been away

Metadiscourse is useless, but that’s all that’s left / Once the muse has flown and left me bereft.

And how come it’s been taking me so long to do this / What’s been keeping me from being this way / It’s been taking me so long to understand

What’s going on? Where did all the inspiration go? What happened? What became of all the copious flow?

I saw a picture of my heart ... I half expected it to be in several parts.

This is the life that I want to live / Even if it’s an impossible dream / This is my life and I want to live / My dream ...

So, you from Joisey? / …umm, what exit?

Help me climb the mountain, Lord / Help me climb it, it’s too high / Help me climb the mountain, Lord / Help me reach and touch the sky.

You were the backbone, the essence, the nerve center of a Great Rhythm’n’Blues Band / but it’s too late to make it live breathe & jump again

Many legends and songs grew up from these cross roads / But the myth isn’t what it seems.

from morning till night / from loose until tight / all I ever do is sit

Moderate in front, short-ish on the sides / Long in the back, my hairstyle was my pride.