I Didn't Like The Sound Of People

I Wanna Be Strong, I Wanna Laugh Along, I Wanna Belong To The Living. Alive, Alive, I Wanna Get Up And Jive, Wanna Wreck My Stockings In Some Jukebox Dive.

Woke Up, It Was A Chelsea Morning, And The First Thing That I Knew There Was Milk And Toast And Honey And A Bowl Of Oranges, Too.

White Rhythm Is Waltzes, Marches, And The Polka. In Africa, Rhythm Is Used For A Celebratory Groove, But White Rhythm Doesn't Have Such An Enormous Vocabulary Of Spirits. It's Basically Militant.

I See Bodies As Individual Things.

I'm Not A Kiss-and-teller. I Never Named Names.