“I’ve never needed government to hold my hand.”

I was a grill cook at McDonalds for a little bit. I did landscape for a little bit. I played a lot in the bar scene, I played countless sets of acoustic songs in that arena.

I rarely drink from the bottle, but I’ll smoke a little weed.

I sold my soul to the devil in L.A

I sold my soul to the devil in L.A. He said ‘sign your name here on the dotted line and your songs they all will play.’

Our fates are in the hands of An Almighty God, to whom I can with pleasure confide my own

Finish the few duties you have at hand, and then you will have peace.

Who has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train that I wanted to be on.

Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.

My voice is the only material thing in which I can still reveal myself. Go ahead and cut off the hand or the testicles of a voice.

Don’t go empty handed when going to a temple or to see a spiritual master. Offer something as a symbol of surrender, even if it be a mere flower.

When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed, And the heart’s secret was at once confessed?