I Like Fidel Castro And His Beard.

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.

Sold My Guitar To The Baker's Son For A Few Crumbs And A Place To Hide.

An Artist Is Always In The State Of Becoming.

Black Is The Color And None Is The Number

Steal A Little And They Throw You In Jail Steal A Lot And They Make You King.