Ah, Current Music. What Would That Be?

The Enemy Is Subtle, How Be It We Are So Deceived, When Truth's In Our Hearts And We Still Don't Believe.

Every Day Your Memory Grows Dimmer - It Doesn't Haunt Me Like It Did Before.

Death To Me Means Nothing As Long As I Can Die Fast.

Someone Handed Me Mexico City Blues In St. Paul [minnesota] In 1959 And It Blew My Mind. It Was The First Poetry That Spoke My Own Language.

Everybody's Wearing A Disguise, To Hide What They've Got Left Behind Their Eyes.