“That leaves me with a twisted view of the whole wide world as I know it… And I guess I got no choice but to be a poet.”

If Mary Jane is in the house then I’m gon’ mack her This is dedicated to everybody in the world that smoke weed Legalize it

I stand, limited primitive, sentimentalist, escapist The way I shape this landscape, automatically makes this, vivid I give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot I love it, learn to live it, then give you my exhibit

The world is full of bullshitters, Liars, and triers and quitters, Coulda-beens, wannabe’s, thought-I-was, isn’t-I-is’s… And everybody in your business.

I’d rather stimulate your mind than emulate your purpose

You’re a trivial part in a trivia game. Now what’s your aim? A presidential campaign? Like Ross Perot? He lost it though… But he got a billion in tha bank fo’ sho’!

And the people all over the world that smoke J’s Kings and queens, musicians, actors Everyday, working class, stoners, slackers Low key blazers and green bowl packers

Until I’m over the hill and over the hump; I’m gonna let my music bump and give the people what they want.

I was about one drink away from my limit, In came a black dress with a black body in it, She looked so timid, it took me a minute To get her in focus

Super silver, Hawaiian haze Sativa, indica, Solomon’s grave Genesis, chapter one verse twelve ways Marijuana, hashish, everybody blaze Fuels and fibers, energy saved

When the natives met the travelers, guess what they gave All praise due to the seeds they raised

The second somebody dies somebody else is born People are celebrating while other people morn Home may be home to you but to me it’s foreign Even the matador don’t pull the bull by the horns

I got a head full of headaches, a heart that’s full of woes. I’m constantly singin’ them down home blues, and not many people knows

When we sit down to draw or paint the sun’s rays, we generally use yellow because in the morning and the evening with the blue light scattered away so strongly you’re left with a little bit of red and it comes out yellowish.

I’ve not been an admirer of contemporary music since punk rock went off the boil in 1977, but once a year I’ll listen to ‘Spiral Scratch’ by the Buzzcocks, or ‘Hippy Hippy Shake’ by the Swinging Blue Jeans. Otherwise, I can put up with Chopin or shakuhachi flute in the background.

The whole world loves American movies, blue jeans, jazz and rock and roll. It is probably a better way to get to know our country than by what politicians or airline commercials represent.

FLYING DOWN SUNSET SMOKING CRACK TRANSVESTITE IN THE FRONT EDDI MURPHY IN THE BACK MOP HAD ME GRINDY AND GRIDDY MARILYN MANSON.

Unless you’re willing to fight and refight the same battles until you go blue in the face, drive the people you work with nuts going over every detail to make certain you’ve got it right, and then take hit after unfair hit accusing you of bias, there’s no use even trying.

Not since Cassandra Wilson’s Blue Light Til Dawn has a vocalist cast such an entrancing spell as Valerie Joyce does on New York Blue.

There are only four things in all cleaners – whether it’s shampoo, laundry detergent, whatever.You buy them in bulk and you mix them up properly, and they all work. It doesn’t matter if they call the stuff ecologically friendly or have dolphins diving around on the label.

Motown was about music for all people – white and black, blue and green, cops and the robbers. I was reluctant to have our music alienate anyone.