If There's An Original Thought Out There,

There's No Black And White, Left And Right To Me Anymore; There's Only Up And Down And Down Is Very Close To The Ground. And I'm Trying To Go Up Without Thinking About Anything Trivial Such As Politics. They Have Got Nothing To Do With It. I'm Thinking About The General People And When They Get Hurt.

There Are Those Who Worship Loneliness, I'm Not One Of Them In This Age Of Fiberglass I'm Searching For A Gem The Crystal Ball Up On The Wall Hasn't Shown Me Nothing Yet I've Paid The Price Of Solitude, But At Last I'm Out Of Debt

You Say You're Looking For Someone Who'll Pick You Up Each Time You Fall, To Gather Flowers Constantly And To Come Each Time You Call, A Lover Your Life And Nothing More. But It Ain't Me, Babe.

Everything In New Orleans Is A Good Idea. Bijou Temple-type Cottages And Lyric Cathedrals Side By Side. Houses And Mansions, Structures Of Wild Grace. Italianate, Gothic, Romanesque, Greek Revival Standing In A Long Line In The Rain. Roman Catholic Art. Sweeping Front Porches, Turrets, Cast-iron Balconies, Colonnades- 30-foot Columns, Gloriously Beautiful- Double Pitched Roofs, All The Architecture Of The Whole Wide World And It Doesn't Move.

I Have Dined With Kings, I've Been Offered Wings. And I've Never Been Too Impressed.