You Can't Beat Two Guitars, Bass, And

The Rich Son Waits For His Father To Die, The Poor Just Drink And Cry.

For A While, I Felt A Little Self-impelled To Write Lou Reed Kind Of Songs. I Should Have Understood That A Lou Reed Song Was Anything I Wanted To Write About.

They Put The Thing Down Your Throat So You Don't Swallow Your Tongue, And They Put Electrodes On Your Head. That's What Was Recommended In Rockland State Hospital To Discourage Homosexual Feelings. The Effect Is That You Lose Your Memory And Become A Vegetable. You Can't Read A Book Because You Get To Page 17 And Have To Go Right Back To Page One Again.

I Don't Think I'm In Any Position To Call Myself A Martial Artist. I'm A Student Of The Martial Arts.

Speaking In A Common Tongue, Speaking Through Guitars And Drums.