Let The Dead Bury The Dead, Your

Despite Everybody Who Has Been Born And Has Died, The World Has Just Gone On. I Mean, Look At Napoleon -but We Went Right On. Look At Harpo Marx -the World Went Around, It Didn't Stop For A Second. It's Sad But True. John Kennedy, Right?

If You Don't Believe There's A Price For This Sweet Paradise, Just Remind Me To Show You The Scars.

Every Singer Has Three Or Four Or Five Techniques, And You Can Force Them Together In Different Combinations. Some Of The Techniques You Discard Along The Way, And Pick Up Others. But You Do Need Them. It's Just Like Anything. You Have To Know Certain Things About What You're Doing That Other People Don't Know. Singing Has To Do With Techniques And How Many You Use At The Same Time. One Alone Doesn't Work. There's No Point To Going Over Three. But You Might Interchange Them Whenever You Feel Like It. It's A Bit Like Alchemy.

You Can't Be Happy By Doing Something Groovy.

They Self-inflict Punishment On Their Own Broken Lives, Put Their Faith In Their Possessions, In Their Jobs, Or Their Wives.