Words are beautiful but restricted. They're very masculine, with a compact frame. But voice is over, the dark, the place where there's nothing to hang on: it comes from a part of yourself that simply knows, expresses itself, and is.
Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong, but tonight your on my mind, so you never know.
There's no time for hatred, only questions. Where is love? Where is happiness? What is life? Where is peace?
When all of this music sounds like you know what you want to say, then it will have been of all worth, ever. You will be something complete unto yourself, present and unique.
I was captured by music at a really early age. I was really captured by it. Everything about it. It was my mother It was my father It was my play thing. It was my toy. It was the best thing in my life.
There is no good singing, there is only present and absent.
Turn your head away from the screen, my friend. It will tell you nothing more.
All flowers in time bend towards the sun, I know you say there's no one for you, But here is one.
New York Newsday said I was stealing from the black man, and I was failing at it whereas Michael Bolton was succeeding. So fuck 'em.
Interviewer: So Jeff, what are your main musical influences? Jeff (after a long pause): Love, anger, depression, joy and dreams....And Zeppelin. Totally.
I'm lying in my bed, blanket is warm, this body will never keep me safe from harm. I still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal. Touch my skin to keep me whole. If only you'd come back to me. To feel you at my side, wouldn't need no Mojo Pin to keep me satisfied.