Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks.

I find C major to be the key of strength, but also the key of regret. E major is the key of confidence. A-flat major is the key of renunciation.

I was down in the sewer with some little lover.

A poem is a naked person.

Some times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards

One who sings with his tongue on fire, gargles in the rat race choir.

How many roads must a man walk down.. Before you can call him a Man.