Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.

Thinking of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo fly And there's no exit in any direction 'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes

It's very tiring having other people tell you how much they dig you if you yourself don't dig you.

You I am sure will forgive me for sincerely remarking that you might curb your magnanimity and be more of an artist, and 'load every rift' of your subject with ore.

Ain't nothing too discreet about the disease of conceit.

So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away, to the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.

Advertising signs: they con you into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on all around you