My mama was a rocker way back in fifty-three, buys them old records that they sell on TV.

Some grow young, some grow cold...

It's funny how the music industry is enraged about the Internet and the way things are copied without being paid for. But you know why people steal the music? Because they can't afford the music.

At twilight time the smog makes a rainbow.

There's a freeway running through the yard.

I can't crawl any further. You never crawled for me.

But not me, baby, I've got you to save me.