Hide It In A Hiding Place Where

Mrs. Robinson Is A Little Dated Now, But It Has Nothing To Do With Joe Dimaggio.

...music Is Sometimes The Only Benign Avenue Of Communication Between Antagonists.

I Am Just A Poor Boy, Though My Story's Seldom Told, And I Have Squandered My Resistance, For A Pocket Full Of Mumbles, Such Are Promises. All Lies In Jest, Still A Man Hears What He Wants To Hear And Disregards The Rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...

Maybe The Heart Is Part Of The Mist. And That's All That There Is Or Could Ever Exist. Maybe And Maybe And Maybe Some More. Maybe's The Exit That I'm Looking For.

Artie Travels All The Time. The Rehearsals Were Just Miserable. Artie And I Fought All The Time. He Didn't Want To Do The Show With My Band; He Just Wanted Me On Acoustic Guitar.