Sometimes I Write Notes That I Have

Why Can't A Man Stand Alone? Must He Be Burdened By All That He's Taught To Consider His Own? His Skin And His Station, His Kin And His Crown, His Flag And His Nation They Just Weigh Him Down

I Woke Up And One Of Us Was Crying.

Now I Just Don't Know Who To Tell To Go To Hell Who Put The Old Devil In The Distorted Angel?

It's A Dangerous Game That Comedy Plays. Sometimes It Tells You The Truth; Sometimes It Delays It.

Elvis Presley And Puccini Shall Return.