My Guard Stood Hard When Abstract Threats,

I Don't Write The Songs; I Just Write 'em Down.

Jesus, That Ear. He Should Donate It To The Smithsonian. Brian Wilson, He Made All His Records With Four Tracks, But You Couldn't Make His Records If You Had A Hundred Tracks Today.

I Was Lookin' High An' Low For Them Reds Everywhere, I Was Lookin' In The Sink An' Underneath The Chair. I Looked Way Up My Chimney Hole, I Even Looked Deep Inside My Toilet Bowl.

All The Money You Made Will Never Buy Back Your Soul.

Ah, Current Music. What Would That Be? Ah, Really, A Lot Of It Sounds Defective To Me. It Makes Me Restless.