Sing Us A Song You're The Piano

It's Nine O'clock On A Saturday, The Regular Crowd Shuffles In / There's An Old Man Sitting Next To Me Making Love To His Tonic And Gin / He Says, 'son, Can You Play Me A Memory?/ I'm Not Really Sure How It Goes / But It's Sad And It's Sweet, And I Knew It Complete When I Wore A Younger Man's Clothes.'

I Believe There Is A Time For Meditation In Cathedrals Of Our Own.

Say Goodbye To The Oldies, But Goodies, Because The Good Old Days Weren't Always Good And Tomorrow Ain't As Bad As It Seems

'our Parents' Generation Had It A Lot Tougher Than We Did. They Had To Live Through The Depression, World War Ii, And Then They Had To, You Know, Try To Pick Up The Pieces Of Their Lives And Bring Up Their Children. And, It Was A Great Example For Us. I Guess We Grew Up With A Certain Amount Of The Ethics Our Parents Had, Which Is, You Know: Work Hard, Make Your Own Way, Be Independent.

I'd Rather Laugh With The Sinners Than Cry With The Saints - The Sinners Are Much More Fun.