Only The Words Of Love Kept Alive

I Don't Want A Pickle, Just Want To Ride On My Motorsickle

You Can't Have A Light Without A Dark To Stick It In.

I've Been Singing This Song Now For Twenty Five Minutes. I Could Sing It For Another Twenty Five Minutes. I'm Not Proud... Or Tired.

Greed And Globalization Aren't Just America's Fault.

It's About The Time I Was Riding My Motorcycle, Going Down A Mountain Road At 150 Miles An Hour, Playing My Guitar.