We Live A Protracted Adolescence. At Some

In Forty-five Minutes, It'll All Be Done. We'll All Be Good And Crispy, But We'll Still Be Number One.

Sometimes Songwriters And Singers Forget That. They Get A Melody In Their Head And The Notes Will Take Precedence, So That They Wind Up Forcing A Word Onto A Melody. It Doesn't Ring True.

I Am An Expert Witness Because I Say I Am.

The More I Know, The Less I Understand

To Want What I Have, To Take What I'm Given With Grace. For This I Pray.