She had bullets in her eyes and they fired.

In the dime stores and bus stations, people talk of situations, read books, repeat quotations, draw conclusions on the wall.

Well, I don't know, but I've been told the streets in heaven are lined with gold. I ask you how things could get much worse if the Russians happen to get up there first; Wowee! pretty scary!

Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

I love Country Music but what happened to it?

It rubs me the wrong way, a camera... It's a frightening thing...Cameras make ghosts out of people.

When the jelly faced women all sneeze, hear the one with the mustache say I can't find my knees.