I woke up one morning with this song in my head, and the opening line of the song: My name was Richard Nixon, only now I'm a girl.
Love the Lord and in him love me too. And in him, go your own way and I'll be right here with you.
In between effect and cause and just beyond the range of normal sight, this glittering joker was dancing in the dragon's jaws.
I like to think that if it hadn't gone as well as it has, if I wasn't able to make a living off of playing music, I would still be playing the music. But, of course, I wouldn't likely have had the opportunity to travel, and a lot of the places have inspired songs.
I can't imagine my life any other way than it's been.
The second half of the '60s really was a kind of learning period, in terms of writing, for me.
Like a stone on the surface of a still river Driving the ripples on forever Redemption rips through the surface of time In the cry of a tiny babe.
Sun's up, uh huh, looks okay - the world survives into another day, and I'm thinking about eternity. Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me.
The invitation for artists to compete to see who can be the most charitable is a wonderful thing.
I'd always loved poetry and I'd always loved writing music and composing music, but I hadn't thought of putting the two together until around that time.
I wanted to play rock and roll when I started playing. Nobody at that time ever thought about songwriting. You sang songs, that's all. You sang other people's songs. That's all there were.
There are some decision-makers in the world whose version of sanity is a little different from what I consider the right one.
Since the early '80s, I've found myself in war zones in various parts of the world.
