If You Are Born An Artist, You

Will You Still Love Me When I'm No Longer Young And Beautiful? Will You Still Love Me When I've Got Nothing But My Aching Soul?

I Sing The National Anthem, While I'm Standing, Over Your Body, Hold You Like A Python.

I Think The Thing I Really Got From Ginsberg Was That You Can Tell A Story Through Kind Of Painting Pictures With Words. And When I Found Out That You Could Have A Profession Doing That, It Was Thrilling To Me. It Just Became My Passion Immediately, Playing With Words And Poetry.

When I Got To New York City When I Was 18, I Started Playing In Clubs In Brooklyn - I Have Good Friends And Devoted Fans On The Underground Scene, But We Were Playing For Each Other At That Point - And That Was It.

I've Got Feathers In My Hair, I Get Down To Beat Poetry.