Pronouns really don't matter in a song - 'I' or 'he' or 'she' or even subscribing a lyric to an inanimate object.

My head's a carousel of pictures and The spinning never stops.

I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.

I find that life is easier when it is just a blur With no details to confuse who or what or where I was So when the ending comes the full regret will be obscure

I think there's so much about Rasta culture that's interesting. Just the idea of preaching one-ness, that we're all in this together.

Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness.

It's not a movie, no private screening This method acting, well, I call that living

I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories

I like to feel the burn of the audience's eyes when I'm whispering all my darkest secrets into the microphone.

If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on the wall, I think we'd see the beauty then and stand staring in awe.

You should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living, because it's the ones with the sorest throats who have done the most singing.

If onlyyou could have witnessed howmuch I have changed: sit alonein a disused theatre and feel whatI have felt, see how the world hastransformed me, like the metamorphosisof a caterpillar.

You have two eyes, and two ears, but only one mouth. This is so because you are supposed to look and listen more than you talk.

Trying to pump breath into a fairy tale is as arduous and tragic as ancient Greek theatre.

Strong communities are built around local, real food. Food we trust to nourish our bodies, the farmer and planet.

Of all sciences there is none where first appearances are more deceitful than in politics.

In direct contradiciton to the American dream, God actually delights in exalting our inability.

Well, I haven't been doing that much work with other people per se. I started doing more of that.

Vanity, not love, has been my folly.

Nonviolent action without the co-operation of the heart and the head cannot produce the intended result.

It's been my dream since I was a child to somehow unite people of the world through love and music.