Brain Gets Bent, Heart Gets Broken You

Come English Settlement, I Had It In My Head That I Didn't Want To Tour.

The Man Who Sailed Around His Soul From East To West, From Pole To Pole With Ego As His Drunken Captain Greed, The Mutineer, Had Trapped All Reason In The Hold

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Knowing That Your Lenses Peep Now I Eat My Daily Bread And Into The Tape Spool I'll Be Fed

By The Early '70s I Had Gotten Reasonable And I Started To Get In Hundreds Of Groups That Rehearsed And Never Played At All. I Mean, The Most Important Thing Was To Look Good And Have A Great Name.

It's Sort Of What Jazz Would Be If It Stopped Being Snobby And What Rock Would Be If It Stopped Being Stupid.