You use to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat, who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.

Look, you know i don't wanna come on ungrateful, but that warren report, you know as well as me, just didn't make it. You know, like they might as well have asked some banana salesman from des moines, who was up in toronto on the big day, if he saw anyone around looking suspicious/.

Everyone of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.

The first thing you notice about New Orleans are the burying grounds - the cemeteries - and they're a cold proposition, one of the best things there are here. Going by, you try to be as quiet as possible, better to let them sleep. Greek, Roman, sepulchres- palatial mausoleums made to order, phantomesque, signs and symbols of hidden decay - ghosts of women and men who have sinned and who've died and are now living in tombs. The past doesn't pass away so quickly here. You could be dead for a long time

She makes love just like a woman.

People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around - the music and the ideas.

Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides