Right Around The End Of The Fifties,

Well, I'm A Standing On A Cornerin Winslow, Arizonaand Such A Fine Sight To See,it's A Girl, My Lord, In A Flatbed Fordslowin' Down To Have A Look At Me.

Where The Search For The Truth Is Conducted With A Wink And A Nod And Where Power And Position Are Equated With The Grace Of God These Times Are Famine For The Soul While For The Senses It's A Feast From The Edge Of My Country, As Far As You See, Looking East

I've Also Gotten To Play In Front Of A Million People In Central Park When There Was A Grass Roots Movement Calling For Nuclear Disarmament - It Was About 1982 - They Called It Peace Sunday.

How Long Can You Hear Someone Crying - How Long Can You Hear Someone Dying - Before You Ask Yourself Why?

I'm A Big Fan Of British Journalists Like 'the Independent”s Robert Fisk, But It's Hard To Find Voices Like His In The U.s.