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.

Now, guitar was pretty cool. Everybody knew something on the guitar. So I wanted to play guitar, but I told my dad if he wanted me to keep studying something, I'd like to study piano.

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

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

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.

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

People look around you, the signs are everywhere. You’ve left it for somebody other than you to be the one who to care.

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.

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.

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?