There've Been A Lot More People Hurt

It Is Bad To Suppress Laughter. It Goes Back Down To Your Hips. Man, When You Lose Your Laugh You Lose Your Footing.

Turns Me On So Loud It's Like No Sound, Everybody Yelling At Me Hands Over Their Ears From Behind A Glass Wall, Faces Working Around In Talk Circles But No Sound From The Mouths. My Sound Soaks Up All Other Sound.

The Dead's Dead ... Get 'em In The Ground And Look To The Live Ones.

Then The Trembling Starts To Get Worse. This Must Be How They Begin, He Thinks. Freak-outs. Breakdowns. Crack-ups. Eventually Shut-ins And Finally Cross-offs. But First The Cover-up . . .

I'd Take A Look At My Own Self In The Mirror And Wonder How It Was Possible That Anybody Could Manage Such An Enormous Thing As Being What He Was.