So Many Things I Would Have Done,

Not To Dismiss Gershwin, But Gershwin Is The Chip; Ellington Was The Block.

You've Got To Shake Your Fists At Lightning Now, You've Got To Roar Like Forest Fire You've Got To Spread Your Light Like Blazes All Across The Sky They're Going To Aim The Hoses On You, Show 'em You Won't Expire Not Till You Burn Up Every Passion, Not Even When You Die Come On Now, You've Got To Try, If You're Feeling Contempt, Well Then You Tell It If You're Tired Of The Silent Night, Jesus, Well Then You Yell It Condemned To Wires And Hammers, Strike Every Chord That You Feel That Broken Trees And Elephant Ivories Conceal

Depression Can Be The Sand That Makes The Pearl. Most Of My Best Work Came Out Of It.

All The News Of Home You Read, More About The War And Of Bloody Changes.

Don't It Always Seem To Go, That You Don't Know What You've Got Till It's Gone.