Ain't Nothing Too Discreet About The Disease

The Ghosts Race Towards The Light, You Can Almost Hear The Heavy Breathing Spirits, All Determined To Get Somewhere. New Orleans, Unlike A Lot Of Places You Go Back To And That Don't Have The Magic Anymore, Still Has Got It. Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. You Can't See It, But You Know It's Here. Somebody's Always Sinking.

Whatever Colors You Have In Your Mind, I'll Show Them To You And You'll See Them Shine.

You Don't Need A Weatherman To Know Which Way The Wind Blows.

Shakespeare, He's In The Alley With His Pointed Shoes And His Bells, Speaking To Some French Girl Who Says She Knows Me Well.

You've Got To Lose Your Passion For Dumbness.