I Didn't Know Whether To Duck Or

I'm Used To Writing Songs And Songs-i Can Fill Em Up With Symbolism And Metaphors. When You Write A Book (chronicles, Vol. 1), You Gotta Tell The Truth, And It Can't Be Misinterpreted.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rollin' High And Mighty Traps Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps "we'll Meet On Edges, Soon," Said I Proud 'neath Heated Brow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now. Half-wracked Prejudice Leaped Forth "rip Down All Hate," I Screamed Lies That Life Is Black And White Spoke From My Skull. I Dreamed Romantic Facts Of Musketeers Foundationed Deep, Somehow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now.

In Another Lifetime She Must Have Owned The World, Or Been Faithfully Wed To Some Righteous King Who Wrote Psalms Beside Moonlit Streams.

People Seldom Do What They Believe In. They Do What Is Convenient, Then Repent.

Even If You Don't Have All The Things You Want, Be Grateful For The Things You Don't Have That You Don't Want (bob Dylan's Dad)