People Are Like Almanacs, Bonnie - You

One Illusion Is As Good As Another.

We Get Something To Do And As Soon As We've Got It, It Gets Us.

I Suppose All We Can Really Share With People Is A Taste For The Same Kinds Of Weather.

I Play The Radio And Moon About...and Dream Of Utopias Where Its Always July The 24th 1935, In The Middle Of Summer Forever.

And, Joey, If You Ever Want To Know About The Japonicas And The Daisy Fields It Will Be Alright That You Have Forgotten Because I Will Be Able To Tell You About How It Felt To Be Feeling That Way You Cannot Quite Remember – That Will Be For The Time When Something Happens Years From Now That Reminds You Of Now.