When I Began Making My Own Albums,

Maybe The Heart Is Part Of The Mist. And That's All That There Is Or Could Ever Exist. Maybe And Maybe And Maybe Some More. Maybe's The Exit That I'm Looking For.

We Work Our Jobs, Collect Our Pay, Believe Were Gliding Down The Highway, When In Fact We're Slip Sliding Away.

I Get The News I Need On The Weather Report And I Have Nothing To Do Today But Smile

Don't Want To End Up A Cartoon In A Cartoon Grave Yard.

I Think My Hight Had The Most Significant Single Effect On My Existence, Aside From My Brain. In Fact, It's Part Of An Inferior-superior Syndrome. I Think I Have An Inferior Brain And An Inferior Stature, If You Really Want To Get Brutal About It.