It Frightens Me, The Awful Truth, Of

Take Me On A Trip Upon Your Magic Swirling Ship.

One Night Around That Time, At Hammersmith, Bob Dylan Was About To Go Into [his 1963 Classic] 'don't Think Twice, It's Alright.he Said, 'hey, Bucky! Play Mandolin On This.' I Am Not Really A Mandolin Player; I Could Only Play In Certain Keys. Halfway Through, He Stops The Band, Turns To The Audience And Points To Me. He Says: 'he Isn't Playing, He's Miming.' And Then: 'should I Fire Him?' The Whole Audience Yells.

I'll Remember You. When I've Forgotten All The Rest.you To Me Were True. You To Me Were The Best.

My Senses Have Been Stripped, My Hands Can't Feel To Grip, My Toes To Numb To Step, Wait Only For My Boot Heels To Be Wandering.

Little Red Wagon, Little Red Bike, I Ain’t No Monkey But I Know What I Like.