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Somtimes You Lie In A Strange Room, In A Strange Person's Home, And You Feel Yourself Bending Out Of Shape. Melting, Touching Something Hot, Something That Warps You In Drastic And Probably Irreversible Ways You Won't Get To Take Stock Of Until Its Too Late

The Stones Suggested That If You Dabble In Decadence, You Could Turn Into A Devil-worshipping Junkie. Paul Mccartney Suggested That If You Mess Around With Girl Worship, You Could Turn Into A Husband. So Paul Was A Lot Scarier.

It Was Bewildering And Humbling To Keep Discovering How Many Brave Things People Can Fail To Talk Themselves Out Of Doing.

If All Music Did Was Bring The Past Alive, That Would Be Fine. You Can Hide Away In Music And Let It Recapture Memories Of Things That Used To Be. But Music Is Greedy And It Wants More Of Your Heart Than That. It Demands The Future, Your Future. Music Wants The Rest Of Your Life. So You Can't Rest Easy. At Any Moment, A Song Can Come Out Of Nowhere To Shake You Up, Jump-start Your Emotions, Ruin Your Life.

Davy Jones Was The Grooviest Of The Monkees, Which Makes Him One Of The Grooviest Pop Stars Who Ever Existed. He Was The Best Dancer In The Monkees, The Cute One, The One With The Coy English Accent, The Bowl-cut Boy-child Who Shook Those Cherry-red Maracas And Always Got The Girl. He Was Also The Guy Who Stole David Bowie's Original Name.