Fear is like the wilderland - Stepping stones or sinking sand
Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.
I met a redneck on a Grecian isle who did the Goat Dance very well.
The Hollywood sirens are shrieking, while down some search lit alley runs some lost belief.
Rolling Stone hates me. They must have an editorial policy to do me in for many years.
Rachmaninoff made a musician out of me. His 'Rhapsody on a Theme by Paganini' was the piece that sent me into raptures. It spoke to me. To me, it was a tender entreaty for the misunderstood.