If It's Natural To Kill, How Come

To Sing Is To Praise God And The Daffodils, And To Praise God Is To Thank Him, In Every Note Within My Small Range, And Every Color In The Tones Of My Voice, With Every Look Into The Eyes Of My Audience, To Thank Him. Thank You, God, For Letting Me Be Born, For Giving Me Eyes To See The Daffodils Lean In The Wind, All My Brothers, All My Sisters, For Giving Me Ears To Hear Crying, Legs To Come Running, Hands To Smooth Damp Hair, A Voice To Laugh With And To Sing With...to Sing To You And The Daffodils.

Now I Know I Understand That It Was Sgt. Pepper's Band, That Put The Sixties Into Song, Where Have All The Heroes Gone?

Sometimes I Think That It Is Enough To Say That If We Don't Sit Down And Shut Up Once In A While We'll Lose Our Minds Even Earlier Than We Had Expected. Noise Is An Imposition On Sanity, And We Live In Very Noisy Times.

I Didn't Study Anything Really. I Didn't Learn Out Of The Books Because I Couldn't Read Music Very Well, So It Is What They Say It Is - You Learn From Other People. And My Cohorts And I Would Sneak Around The Coffee Shops And Hear Stuff We Wanted To Learn, And Then You Ask Whoever Was Playing It To Teach You.

"nasty Man" Isn't A Laughing Matter, But You Have To Laugh Anyway. The Song, Itself, Becomes Something Of A Laughing Matter Because We'd Go Crazy If We Didn't Keep Laughing.