Get Jailed, Jump Bail, Join The Army

If You Don't Have To Write Songs, Why Write Them? I've Got Enough Where I Don't Really Feel The Urge To Write Anything Additional.

What Looks Large From A Distance, Close Up Ain’t Never That Big.

The Drunken Politician Leaps Upon The Street Where Mothers Weep, And The Saviors Who Are Fast Asleep, They Wait For You.

Stop All This Weeping, Swallow Your Pride/ You Will Not Die, Its Not Poison -tombstone Blues

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.