Coffee In The Morning, Cocaine Afternoons.

Let The Music Keep Our Spirits High, Let The Buildings Keep Our Children Dry, Let Creation Reveal Its Secrets By And Bye.

I'm A Big Fan Of British Journalists Like 'the Independent”s Robert Fisk, But It's Hard To Find Voices Like His In The U.s.

And My Dad Wanted Me To Play The Trumpet Because That's What He Liked. His Idol Was Louis Armstrong. My Dad Thought My Teeth Came Together In A Way That Was Perfect For Playing The Trumpet.

Somewhere Between The Time You Arrive And The Time You Go May Lie A Reason You Were Alive, But You'll Never Know.

Out Into The Cool Of The Evening Strolls The Pretender. He Knows That All His Hopes And Dreams Begin And End There.