I Paint My Joy And I Sing

Everything Comes And Goes; Pleasure Moves On Too Early And Trouble Leaves Too Slow

Acid, Booze, And Ass, Needles, Guns, And Grass, Lots Of Laughs.

In Terms Of Fiction, I'd Rather Go Out And Have A Good Time Than Read A Book About Someone Having A Good Or Bad Time.

I Assume There Must Be Some Kind Of Genetic Thrust. My Two Grandmothers Were Very Different, But Both Of Them Were Frustrated Musicians.

Do You See How You Hurt Me, Baby? So I Hurt You Too. Then We Both Get So Blue. I Am On A Lonely Road And I Am Traveling, Looking For The Key To Set Me Free.