I Come From Way North. We'd Listen

There's Only One Day At A Time Here, Then It's Tonight And Then Tomorrow Will Be Today Again.

My Love ,she Speaks Like Silence, Without Ideals Or Violence. She Doesn't Have To Say She's Faithful, Yet She's True.

Ain't Nothing Too Discreet About The Disease Of Conceit.

Everything In New Orleans Is A Good Idea. Bijou Temple-type Cottages And Lyric Cathedrals Side By Side. Houses And Mansions, Structures Of Wild Grace. Italianate, Gothic, Romanesque, Greek Revival Standing In A Long Line In The Rain. Roman Catholic Art. Sweeping Front Porches, Turrets, Cast-iron Balconies, Colonnades- 30-foot Columns, Gloriously Beautiful- Double Pitched Roofs, All The Architecture Of The Whole Wide World And It Doesn't Move.

It's Not Me, It's The Songs. I'm Just The Postman, I Deliver The Songs. When I First Heard Elvis' Voice, I Knew That I Wasn't Going To Work For Anybody ... Hearing Him For The First Time Was Like Busting Out Of Jail. This Land Is Your Land And This Land Is My Land, Sure, But The World Is Run By Those That Never Listen To Music Anyway. People Today Are Still Living Off The Table Scraps Of The Sixties. They Are Still Being Passed Around - The Music And The Ideas.