Well, I Didn't Know How To Draw

I Once Started Out To Walk Around The World But Ended Up In Brooklyn, That Bridge Was Too Much For Me.

If You Would Be A Poet, Write Living Newspapers. Be A Reporter From Outer Space, Filing Dispatches To Some Supreme Managing Editor Who Believes In Full Disclosure And Has A Low Tolerance For Bullshit.

They Were Looking For A Stable, But We Didn't Have One. In Fact, We Weren't Very Stable Ourselves.

I Am Waiting For The Lost Music To Sound Again In A New Rebirth Of Wonder.

My Country Tears Of Thee.