Uncle Fought In Vietnam And Then He

Let Me Feel Your Love One More Time Before I Abandon It.

His [bob Dylan] Humour Was Dry And Splendid.

When You're Sad And When You're Lonely And You Haven't Got A Friend, Just Remember That Death Is Not The End.

My Senses Have Been Stripped, My Hands Can't Feel To Grip, My Toes To Numb To Step, Wait Only For My Boot Heels To Be Wandering.

Disillusioned Words Like Bullets Bark As Human Gods Aim For Their Mark.