Some make you sing and some make you scream. One makes you wish that you'd never been seen. But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier mache, making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay. If you want it, boys, get it here, thing.

Sometimes you stumble across a few chords that put you in a reflective place.

If we could be heroes, if just for one day.

There's a taste in my mouth and it's no taste at all.

Let the children use it, let the children lose it, let all the children boogie.

You can begin really looking for a relationship . . . when you can (appreciate) the whole concept of giving to someone, not just taking.

Once you lose that sense of wonder at being alive, you're pretty much on the way out.