Every Pleasure's Got An Edge Of Pain,

Michelangelo Indeed Could Have Carved Out Your Features.

Come You Masters Of War You That Build All The Guns You That Build The Death Planes You That Build The Big Bombs You That Hide Behind Walls You That Hide Behind Desks I Just Want You To Know I Can See Through Your Masks.

Mothers Tell Your Children Not To Do The Things I Have Done, To Spend My Life In Sin And Misery In The House Of The Rising Sun.

Everybody Knows By Now That There's A Gazillion Books On Me Either Out Or Coming Out In The Near Future. So I'm Encouraging Anybody Who's Ever Met Me, Heard Me Or Even Seen Me, To Get In On The Action And Scribble Their Own Book. You Never Know, Somebody Might Have A Great Book In Them.

Praise Be To Nero's Neptune The Titanic Sails At Dawn And Everybody's Shouting "which Side Are You On?" And Ezra Pound And T.s. Eliot Fighting In The Captain's Tower While Calypso Singers Laugh At Them And Fishermen Hold Flowers.