It all has to come from inside, though, I guess.

My sons and their wives landed on Mars to start another race.

So you want to be married, oh baby, trying to put me on a chain, ain't that some shame? You must be losing your weak little mind.

Oh say, can you see, it's really such a mess. Every inch of earth is a fighting nest. Giant pencial and lipstick tube shaped things, continue to rain and cause scream and pain, and the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red.

Music is Magic. Magic is Life

I'd like to get something together - like a Handel, Bach, Muddy waters, flamenco type of thing. If I could get that sound, I'd be happy

The Telecaster has two sounds - a good one and a bad one.