I Prefer Black Music In General.

You Can Wipe Off That Grin, I Know Where You've Been, It's All Been A Pack Of Lies.

I Can't Play Anywhere Near Like I Used To, And I Was A Hot Drummer. It Doesn't Bother Me, Because Frankly, If You Get To That Point Where You Can't Hold A Drumstick Properly, There Are Many Other Things In Life Which Are Far More Important, Like Cutting A Loaf Of Bread Or A Piece Of Cheese.

That's Going To Be On My Headstone: 'he Came. He Wrote 'in The Air Tonight.' He... Died.'

Take A Look At Me Now, Cause There's Just An Empty Space. And You Coming Back To Me Is Against All Odds And That's What I've Got To Face.

I've Got One Of Four Known Davy Crocket Rifles. It's Fantastic Just To Know It's One Of The Rifles That He Actually Used. His Cousin Had It.