I Don't Write The Songs; I Just

How Many Years Can Some People Exist Before They're Allowed To Be Free.

You Know, Sometimes A Person's Reputation Can Be Far More Colossal Than The Influence Of The Person. I Don't Pay Any Attention To It Anymore.

I Like Fidel Castro And His Beard.

We Sit Here Stranded, Though We're All Doin' Our Best To Deny It

Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams Where The Time And The Tempo Fly And There's No Exit In Any Direction 'cept The One That You Can't See With Your Eyes