We All Like Motorcycles To Some Degree.

There Are Those Who Worship Loneliness, I'm Not One Of Them In This Age Of Fiberglass I'm Searching For A Gem The Crystal Ball Up On The Wall Hasn't Shown Me Nothing Yet I've Paid The Price Of Solitude, But At Last I'm Out Of Debt

I Make My Stand And Remain As I Am, And Bid Farewell And Not Give A Damn.

The World Of Research Has Gone Berserk. Too Much Paper Work.

With Your Silhouette When The Sunlight Dims Into Your Eyes Where The Moonlight Swims, And Your Match-book Songs And Your Gypsy Hymns, Who Among Them Would Try To Impress You? -bob Dylan, "sad-eyed Lady Of The Lowlands” (1966)

Even I Don't Know What I'm Saying Most Of The Time.