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The Best Songs Are The Songs You Write That You Don't Know Anything About. They're An Escape.

I Feel Like Falling In Love With The First Woman I Meet, Putting Her In A Wheel-barrow And Wheeling Her Down The Street.

I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."

Yesterday's Just A Memory, Tomorrow Is Never What It's Supposed To Be.

Really The Truth Is Just A Plain Picture. A Plain Picture Of, Let's Say, A Tramp Vomiting In The Sewere. You Know, And Next Door To The Picture Mr. Rockefeller Or Mr. C. W. Jones On The Subway Going To Work. You Know, Any Kind Of Picture. Just Make A Collage Of Pictures.