In The Tiny Torn Up Pieces Of

Days Of Dutch Courage, Just Three French Letters, And A German Sense Of Humour.

There's No Such Thing As An Original Sin.

My Dad Had A Steady Job With A Really Major Dance Band From '54 Till '68, And Then Quit Because He Wanted To Play Different Music. He Wanted To Sing About Peace. He Believed In These Things.

History Repeats The Old Conceits, The Glib Replies, The Same Defeats.

There Are Five Things To Write Songs About: I'm Leaving You. You're Leaving Me. I Want You. You Don't Want Me. I Believe In Something. Five Subjects, And 12 Notes. For All That, We Musicians Do Pretty Well.