I Hang My Laundry On The Line

Musically, I Would Never Run Dry. Any Time I Sit Down To An Instrument, I Could Write A Song.

You Have This Mounting Aggressive Ignorance With The Rabbit's Foot Of Their Particular Religion. You Don't Really Have Any Kind Of Spiritual Law, Just A Kind Of A Rabid Mental Illness. The Songs Are A Little Slice Of Life.

Heaven's Full Of Astronauts And The Lord's On Death Row.

People Will Tell You Were They Have Gone, They'll Tell You Where To Go, But Until You Get There For Yourself You Never Really Know.

I Don't Understand Why Europeans And South Americans Can Take More Sophistication. Why Is It That Americans Need To Hear Their Happiness Major And Their Tragedy Minor, And As Jazzy As They Can Handle Is A Seventh Chord? Are They Not Experiencing Complex Emotions?