They Tied His Arms Behind His Back

I Think It's Important That People Don't Feel Alone.

One Chord Is Fine. Two Chords Are Pushing It. Three Chords And You're Into Jazz.

Perfect Night Has That Magic And It Has The Raw Energy That Grabs You By The Throat.

I Don't Think Anybody Is Anybody Else's Moral Compass. Maybe Listening To My Music Is Not The Best Idea If You Live A Very Constricted Life. Or Maybe It Is.

Give Me Your Hungry, Your Tired, Your Poor, That's What The Statue Of Bigotry Says. Your Poor Huddled Masses, Let's Just Club Them To Death, And Get It Over With.