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Freaks, They Are Very Prejudiced. You Have To Have Your Hair Long And Talk In A Certain Way In Order To Be With Them. In Order To Be The Other Way You Have To Have Your Hair Short And Wear Ties.

I'd Like To Get Something Together - Like A Handel, Bach, Muddy Waters, Flamenco Type Of Thing. If I Could Get That Sound, I'd Be Happy

Will The Wind Ever Remember The Names It Has Blown In The Past? And With Its Crutch, Its Old Age, And Its Wisdom, It Whispers No This Will Be The Last.

Butterflies And Zebras And Moonbeams And Fairy Tales That's All She Ever Thinks About Riding With The Wind.

Telephone Message On His Manager's Answering Machine Shortly Before Dying Of Heroin Overdose: I Need Help Bad, Man.