"I
have never been addicted to anything except maybe my husband, maybe a
boyfriend, maybe an idea," she says. "I have such a needle
phobia. I could never be addicted to any substance because I've
had too many illnesses that preclude me doing that. I'd die if I did
that stuff. If Robert was here, he'd be the first to explain that to
people."
"When I was young, all I wanted was to write books and be an artist. I got sidetracked, almost as a mission, to give something to the canon of rock'n'roll in the manner in which people I admired had. In other words, forming a cultural voice through rock'n'roll that incorporated sex and art and poetry and performance and revolution."
"In
1974, when I started working with the material that became
Horses, a lot of our great voices had died. We'd lost Jimi Hendrix and Jim
Morrison and Janis
Joplin,
and people like Robert
Kennedy, Martin
Luther King and Malcolm
X. There were so many losses so quickly. These people who were building a political and cultural voice. And it seemed that rock'n'roll was heading towards something different – something consumer-oriented and stadium-oriented. I felt new generations had to come and break everything apart. As Jim Morrison says, 'Break
on through to the other side.'
And I felt in the centre, not quite the old generation, not quite the
new generation. I felt like the human bridge, and I just thought, you
have to wake up. Wake them up."
"I
had my responsibilities to my children and to myself and to my work.
You have to honour your responsibilities. Oh, believe me, the things
that people cope with. I don't consider myself so special." She
stops herself and says if she's making it sound easy, it wasn't –
and still isn't. "Sometimes you're doing really well, then,
after three or four years, everything inexplicably crashes like a
house of cards and you have to rebuild it. It's not like you get
to a point where you're all right for the rest of your life."
Take me now baby here as I am
Pull me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
Come on now try and understand
The way I feel when I'm in your hands
Take my hand come undercover
They can't hurt you now,
Can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Have I doubt when I'm alone
Love is a ring, the telephone
Love is an angel disguised as lust
Here in our bed until the morning comes
Come on now try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand as the sun descends
They can't touch you now,
Can't touch you now, can't touch you now
Because the night belongs to lovers ...
With love we sleep
With doubt the vicious circle
Turn and burns
Without you I cannot live
Forgive, the yearning burning
I believe it's time, too real to feel
So touch me now, touch me now, touch me now
...
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