All You Can Write Is What You

I Worked In Your Orchards Of Peaches And Prunes. I Slept On The Ground In The Light Of The Moon. On The Edge Of The City You'll See Us And Then, We Come With The Dust And We Go With The Wind.

All You Can Write Is What You See.

I Am Out To Sing Songs That Will Prove To You That This Is Your World And That If It Has Hit You Pretty Hard And Knocked You For A Dozen Loops, No Matter What Color, What Size You Are, How You Are Built, I Am Out To Sing The Songs That Make You Take Pride In Yourself And In Your Work. And The Songs That I Sing Are Made Up For The Most Part By All Sorts Of Folks Just About Like You.

Any Fool Can Make Something Complicated. It Takes A Genius To Make It Simple.

This Machine Kills Fascists.