Sweet Life Continues In The Breeze, In

You Can't Teach The Old Maestro A New Tune.

Down In Denver, All I Did Was Die.

Let The Mind Beware, That Though The Flesh Be Bugged, The Circumstances Of Existence Are Pretty Glorious.

Between Incomprehensible And Incoherent Sits The Madhouse. I Am Not In The Madhouse.

I'm Not A Beatnik. I'm A Catholic.