Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, "You're crooked. You've always been crooked and you'll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!" said the straight tree. He said, "I'm tall and I'm straight." And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, "Cut all the straight trees." And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange.

Well it's hotter 'n blazes and all the long faces / there'll be no oasis for a dry local grazier

There's always free cheddar in the mousetrap, baby.

God's away, God's away, God's away on business. Business!

I danced along a colored wind/ Dangled from a rope of sand

You just write and you don't try to make sense of it. You just put it down the way you got it.

I did my time in the jail of your arms