Lord, there's danger in this land, you get witch hunts and wars when church and state hold hands.

The land of litigation, the courts are like game shows. Take what's behind the curtain the jury cries.

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way.

Give me spots on my apples, but leave me the birds and the bees, please.

Not to dismiss Gershwin, but Gershwin is the chip; Ellington was the block.

Lord, there's danger in this land, you get witch hunts and wars when church and state hold hands.

What I do is unusual: chordal movements that have never been used before, changing keys and modalities mid-song.