A Song Is Anything That Can Walk

I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."

It Was [meeting With Nicolas Sarkozy] Like Looking At My Mirror Image.

God, I'm Glad I'm Not Me.

And I'll Stand On The Ocean Until I Start Sinking.

Heard Ten Thousand Whispering And Nobody Listening. Heard One Person Starve, I Heard Many People Laughing. Heard The Song Of A Poet Who Died In The Gutter.