The Truth Is Of Course Is That

When I'm Stuck For A Closing To A Lyric, I Will Drag Out My Last Resort: Overwhelming Illogic.

Bully For You, Chilly For Me, Got To Get A Raincheck On Pain.

Make The Best Of Every Moment. We're Not Evolving. We're Not Going Anywhere.

I Thought That I Could Do Some Kind Of Vehicle Involving Rock Musicals And Presenting Rock And Characters And Storyline In A Completely Different Fashion.

The Truest Form Of Any Form Of Revolutionary Left, Whatever You Want To Call It, Was Jack Kerouac, E.e. Cummings, And Allan Ginsberg's Period. Excuse Me But That Was Where It Was At. The Hippies, I'm Afraid, Don't Know What's Happening.