I Hang My Laundry On The Line

Abstract Expressionism Was Invented By New York Drunks.

I'm A Method Actress In My Songs, Which Is Why It's Hard To Sing Them.

You've Got To Shake Your Fists At Lightning Now, You've Got To Roar Like Forest Fire You've Got To Spread Your Light Like Blazes All Across The Sky They're Going To Aim The Hoses On You, Show 'em You Won't Expire Not Till You Burn Up Every Passion, Not Even When You Die Come On Now, You've Got To Try, If You're Feeling Contempt, Well Then You Tell It If You're Tired Of The Silent Night, Jesus, Well Then You Yell It Condemned To Wires And Hammers, Strike Every Chord That You Feel That Broken Trees And Elephant Ivories Conceal

The Bands And The Roadies, Love 'em And Leave 'em. It's Pleasure To Try 'em, But Trouble To Keep 'em.

In Terms Of Fiction, I'd Rather Go Out And Have A Good Time Than Read A Book About Someone Having A Good Or Bad Time.