Believing I had supernatural powers, I slammed into a brick wall.
It was the year of the Beatles, it was the year of the Stones, it was 1964.
...everything looks worse in black and white.
I don't believe what the papers are saying They're just out to capture my dime, Exaggerating this, exaggerating that.
The leaves that are green turn to brown. And they wither with the wind. And they crumble in your hand.
How much can you do with two voices? You can sing thirds or you can sing fifths or you can do a background harmony.