Was a sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. Not a negative word was heard.
Artie travels all the time. The rehearsals were just miserable. Artie and I fought all the time. He didn't want to do the show with my band; he just wanted me on acoustic guitar.
Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on.
Don't want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon grave yard.
Life I love you, all is groovy.
So I'll continue to continue to pretend my life will never end, and flowers never bend with the rainfall.