I'm Carrying The Weight Of All The

It's Nine O'clock On A Saturday, The Regular Crowd Shuffles In / There's An Old Man Sitting Next To Me Making Love To His Tonic And Gin / He Says, 'son, Can You Play Me A Memory?/ I'm Not Really Sure How It Goes / But It's Sad And It's Sweet, And I Knew It Complete When I Wore A Younger Man's Clothes.'

Don't Make Music For Some Vast, Unseen Audience Or Market Or Ratings Share Or Even For Something As Tangible As Money. Though It's Crucial To Make A Living, That Shouldn't Be Your Inspiration. Do It For Yourself.

If I Traveled All My Life And I Never Get To Stop And Settle Down Long As I Have You By My Side There's A Roof Above And Good Walls All Around You're My Castle, You're My Cabin And My Instant Pleasure Dome I Need You In My House 'cause You're My Home.

I'm A Statistic In A System That A Civil Servant Dominates.

You Can Pay Uncle Sam With All Your Overtime, Is That All You Get For Your Money?