If You're A Good Composer, You Steal

When The Thunder Rumbles, Now The Age Of Gold Is Dead. When The Dreams We've Clung To Trying To Stay Young, Have Left Us Parched And Old Instead. When My Courage Crumbles, When I Feel Confused And Frail, When My Spirit Falters On Decaying Altars And My Illusions Fail -- I Go On Right Then. I Go On Again. I Go On To Say I Will Celebrate Another Day. I Go On. If Tomorrow Tumbles And Everything I Love Is Gone, I Will Face Regret All My Days, And Yet I Will Still Go On.

In The Olden Days, Everybody Sang. You Were Expected To Sing As Well As Talk. It Was A Mark Of The Cultured Man To Sing.

This Will Be Our Reply To Violence: To Make Music More Intensely, More Beautifully, More Devotedly Than Ever Before.

Life Without Music Is Meaningless, Music Without Life Is Academic.

Life Without Music Is Unthinkable. Life Without Music Is Academic. That Is Why My Contact With Music Is A Total Embrace.