And A Rock Feels No Pain; And

Someone Told Me It's All Happening At The Zoo.

Where Have You Gone, Joe Dimaggio? A Nation Turns Its Lonely Eyes To You.

I Suppose An Artist Takes The Elements Of His Life And Rearranges Them And Then Has Them Perceived By Others As Though They Were The Elements Of Their Lives.

When I Look Back At All The Crap I Learned In High School, It's A Wonder I Can Think At All.

Time, Time, Time, See What's Become Of Me, While I Looked Around, For My Possibilities; I Was So Hard To Please