I Saw Him Making Love To You,

Ain't Nothing Too Discreet About The Disease Of Conceit.

Don't Matter How Much Money You Got, There's Only Two Kinds Of People: There's Saved People And There's Lost People.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rollin' High And Mighty Traps Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps "we'll Meet On Edges, Soon," Said I Proud 'neath Heated Brow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now. Half-wracked Prejudice Leaped Forth "rip Down All Hate," I Screamed Lies That Life Is Black And White Spoke From My Skull. I Dreamed Romantic Facts Of Musketeers Foundationed Deep, Somehow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now.

So, I Don't Know. I Think So. It's All In The Heart, Whatever Keeps You That Way. Keeps You Forever Young. Forever Young Doesn't Necessarily Mean That You Don't Grow Old, But You Just Have Some Contact With What Put You Where You Are. You Know, Keep Some Type Of Contact. Anyway...

I Never Saw Myself As A Folk Singer.