We Work Our Jobs, Collect Our Pay,

I Know A Man He Came From My Home Town He Wore His Passion For His Woman Like A Thorny Crown He Said "dolores I Live In Fear My Love For You's So Overpowering I'm Afraid That I Will Disappear

People Talking Without Speaking,/ People Listening Without Hearing...sounds Of Silence.

The Dialogue Between What's Going On In The World And What's Going On Internally Seems To Be A Natural Thing - Well, It's Natural To Me, Anyway, To Have These Thoughts.

I Would Not Be Convicted By A Jury Of My Peers, Still Crazy After All These Years.

...music Is Sometimes The Only Benign Avenue Of Communication Between Antagonists.