It's better to wear seaweed socks than stick a melon in your brother's ear.
Poised for flight, Wings spread bright, Spring from night into the Sun.
But I would rather be with you, somewhere in San Francisco on a back porch in July, just looking up to Heaven, at this crescent in the sky
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own
Destroy yourself physically and morally and insist that all true brothers do likewise as an expression of unity.
When I was just a little young boy, Papa said Son, you'll never get far, I'll tell you the reason if you want to know, 'cause child of mine, there isn't really very far to go.