Oh, that I were as in the months of old, as in the days when God watched over me; when his lamp shone over my head, and by his lig...ht I walked through darkness; when I was in my prime, when the friendship of God was upon my tent; when the Almighty was still with me, when my children were around me; when my steps were washed with milk, and the rock poured out for me streams of oil! When I went out to the gate of the city, when I took my seat in the square, the young men saw me and withdrew, and the aged rose up and stood...LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And true, they are hurling spittle, rock, Garbage and fruit in Little Rock.... And I saw coiling storm a-writhe On bright madonnas. And a scythe Of men harassing brownish girls.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
As I define it, rock & roll is dead. The attitude isn't dead, but the music is no longer vital. It doesn't have the same meaning. ...The attitude, though, is still very much alive--and it still informs other kinds of music.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »