Couldn't Help But Make Me Feel Ashamed

Sing Your Praise Of Progress And The Doom Machine, The Naked Truth Is Still Taboo Whenever It Can Be Seen.

Popular Music Had Never Had Lyrical Sophistication Of This Type [like Bob Dylan]; Wit, To Be Sure, But "darkness At The Break Of Noon/shadows Even The Silver Spoon/the Handmade Blade, The Child's Balloon/eclipses Both The Sun And Moon/to Understand You Know Too Soon/ There Is No Sense In Trying"? No.

Anything I Can Sing, I Call A Song. Anything I Can't Sing, I Call A Poem.

The Land Of Milk And Honey, They Say It Is The Land Of Money.

They Asked Me For Some Collateral And I Pulled Down My Pants.