Your Old Road Is Rapidly Aging. Please

Frank [sinatra] Sang To You, Not At You, Like So Many Pop Singers Today. Even Singers Of Standards. I Never Wanted To Be A Singer That Sings At Somebody. I've Always Wanted To Sing To Somebody. I Would Have Gotten That Subliminally From Frank Many Years Ago. Hank Williams Did That, Too. He Sang To You.

I'm Mortified To Be On The Stage, But Then Again, It's The Only Place Where I'm Happy.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rollin' High And Mighty Traps Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps "we'll Meet On Edges, Soon," Said I Proud 'neath Heated Brow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now. Half-wracked Prejudice Leaped Forth "rip Down All Hate," I Screamed Lies That Life Is Black And White Spoke From My Skull. I Dreamed Romantic Facts Of Musketeers Foundationed Deep, Somehow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now.

Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time.

All The People We Used To Know, They're An Illusion To Me Now.