Old man take a look at my life, I'm a lot like you were.

I need a new unit to sample and hold, but not an angry one, a new design, new design.

It is better to burn out then fade away

Out of the blue and into the black

Mother Goose, she's on the skids. Sure ain't happy, neither are the kids.

Wooden ships are a hippie dream, capsized in excess if you know what I mean.

If you wanna write a song, ask a guitar