It's Life's Illusions That I Recall, I

The Only Thing I Have To Give To Make You Smile, To Win You With, Are All The Mornings Still To Live.

We Managed To Put Together A Compilation That Had Some Creativity To It. In The Meantime I Was Listening To The Free Radio Stations And I Noticed That During Their War Coverage They Were Playing These Songs Born Out Of The Vietnam War That Were All Critical Of The Soldiers.

I Wanna Be Strong, I Wanna Laugh Along, I Wanna Belong To The Living. Alive, Alive, I Wanna Get Up And Jive, Wanna Wreck My Stockings In Some Jukebox Dive.

I Find A Lot Of Poetry To Be Narcissistic.

There'll Be Icicles And Birthday Clothes And Sometimes There'll Be Sorrow