I Want History To Jump On Canada's

And I'll Bury My Soul In A Scrapbook, With The Photographs There And The Moths.

He Knew That Hair Couldn't Feel; He Kissed Her Hair.

If You're Squeezed For Information, / That's When You've Got To Play It Dumb: / You Just Say You're Out There Waiting / For The Miracle, For The Miracle To Come.

Everybody Knows That The Dice Are Loaded, Everybody Rolls With Their Fingers Crossed, Everybody Knows That The War Is Over, Everybody Knows The Good Guys Lost.

The Less I Was Of Who I Was, The Better I Felt.