In Order To Change The World, You

We Take Our Last Look At The Killing Noise.

Looks Like My Baby Dont Live Here No More...thats Alright, Ive Still Got My Guitar..i Might As Well Go Back Over Yonder, Way Back Across The Hills, If My Baby Dont Love Me No More....i Know Her...sister Will

There Are Too Many Heavy Songs Out Nowadays. Music Has Been Getting Too Heavy, Almost To The State Of Unbearable.

Telephone Message On His Manager's Answering Machine Shortly Before Dying Of Heroin Overdose: I Need Help Bad, Man.

You Have To Forget About What Other People Say, When You're Supposed To Die, Or When You're Supposed To Be Loving. You Have To Forget About All These Things.