I Would Fight God Almighty Himself If

I'm Not A Lady, I'm A Hellraiser

But In Shimabukuro's Hands, As He Breaks Out Experimental Jazz, Lays Down A Steady Blues Train, Or Shreds On Rock Anthems, This Little Jumping Flea Becomes A Melodic Monster.

Some Day The Workers Will Take Possession Of Your City Hall, And When We Do, No Child Will Be Sacrificed On The Altar Of Profit!

I Am Not Blind To The Shortcomings Of Our Own People.

I Have Always Advised Men To Read