The trouble with you and me my friend, is the trouble with this ...

The trouble with you and me my friend, is the trouble with this nation, too many blessings, too little Appreciation.

I'm not on any crusade.

Arm chair warriors often fail.

Playing the drums hurts my back.

You're driving with your eyes closed.

The more I know, the less I understand

Don't look back, you can never look back

It was a pretty good year for predators.

I am an expert witness because I say I am.

What the head makes cloudy the heart makes clear

I played drums on Keith Carradine's first record.

For you girl, there is not enough love in the world.

Fortune smiles on some, and lets the others go free.

We all know that crap is king, give us dirty laundry.

Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge.

If dirt were dollars, I wouldn't have to worry anymore.

The Eagles and the critics were not the best of friends.

Sometimes to keep it together you've got to leave it alone.

Remember how you made me crazy, remember how I made you scream.

The government bugged the men's room in the local disco lounge.

Who knows how long this will last, now we've come so far so fast.

Selling eight million copies of your first album will mess you up.

There are no facts, there is no truth, just data to be manipulated.

Johnny can get down and Johnny can throw up, but Johnny can't read.

An angry man can only get so far until he reconciles the way he thinks.

The land of opportunity spawned a whole new breed of men without souls.

A man with a briefcase can steal millions more than any man with a gun.

To want what I have, to take what I'm given with grace. For this I pray.

My love for you will still be strong after the boys of summer have gone.

We live a protracted adolescence. At some point you must leave the party.

Cause a man with a briefcase can steal more money than any man with a gun.

There is not wrong, there is no right, and I will sleep very well tonight.

Armchair warriors often fail - and we've been poisoned by these fairy tales

No shame, no solution, no remorse, no retribution, just people selling t-shirts.

The wisdom that living brings, since I got a telegram from the God of simple things.

I don't care what anybody says about Ringo. I cut my rock-n-roll teeth listening to him.

Nobody on the road. Nobody on the beach. I feel it in the air, the summer's out of reach.

Insect politics, indifferent universe. Bang your head against the wall, but apathy is worse.

I'm always jotting things down on pieces of paper. I've got pieces of paper all over my house.

Let hope inspire you, but let not idealism blind you. Don't look back, you can never look back.

It's an inside job to learn about forgiving, it's an inside job to hang on to the joy of living.

So much time weeping and wailing and shaking our fists, creating enemies that really don't exist.

I'm blessed with a pretty good voice. So just sitting back there banging on the tubs wasn't enough.

In forty-five minutes, it'll all be done. We'll all be good and crispy, but we'll still be number one.

We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds in the name of destiny and in the name of God.

I don't want to discount talent and ability, but I still maintain that a lot of it is just sheer desire.

I'm certainly not thrilled with everything the Eagles did, but there are some things I'm quite proud of.

I think my first instrument was a ukulele that they gave me. I used to know how to play that pretty well.

Some records with drum machines on them sound phony and plastic. It all depends on how you use the tools.

I said, baby, do you have no shame? She just looked at me, uncomprehendingly, like cows at a passing train.

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