And If Anybody Asks Me Is It

You Hear A Lot About God These Days: God, The Beneficent; God, The All-great; God, The Almighty; God, The Most Powerful; God, The Giver Of Life; God, The Creator Of Death. I Mean, We're Hearing About God All The Time, So We Better Learn How To Deal With It. But If We Know Anything About God, God Is Arbitrary.

Freedom Just Around The Corner For You, But With The Truth So Far Off, What Good Will It Do?

I Dug It, New York City, All-the Streets And The Snows And The Starving And The Five-flight Walkups And Sleeping In Rooms With Ten People. I Dug The Trains And The Shadows, The Way I Dug Ore Mines And Coal Mines. I Just Jumped Right To The Bottom Of New York.

Jewels And Binoculars Hang From The Head Of The Mule.

Shadows Are Falling And I've Been Here All Day/it's Too Hot To Sleep, Time Is Running Away/feel Like My Soul Has Turned Into Steel/i've Still Got The Scars That The Sun Didn't Heal.