I Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In

One Who Sings With His Tongue On Fire, Gargles In The Rat Race Choir.

I Took Her By The Hand And My Heart It Was Thumpin'. When She Said, Hey Man, You Crazy Or Somethin'?

And It Dawned On Me That I Might Have To Change My Inner Thought Patterns... That I Would Have To Start Believing In Possibilities That I Wouldn't Have Allowed Before, That I Had Been Closing My Creativity Down To A Very Narrow, Controllable Scale... That Things Had Become Too Familiar And I Might Have To Disorientate Myself. P.71

Every Cause That Ever I Fought, I Fought It Full Without Regret Or Shame.

One Was Texas Medicine, The Other Was Just Railroad Gin, And Like A Fool I Mixed Them.