You Can Have Your Youth It'll Rot

I Am A Restless Soul Hungry Perhaps Wretched.

The Sun's Not Yellow, Its Chicken!

On The Stone That Remains Carved Next To His Name, His Epitaph Plain, Only A Pawn In Their Game.

I Think Of Rock 'n' Roll As A Combination Of Country Blues And Swing Band Music, Not Chicago Blues, And Modern Pop.

The Warrior Who's Strength Is Not To Fight.