An Artist Has Got To Be Constantly

Madonna, She Still Has Not Showed, We See This Empty Cage Now Corrode, Where Her Cape Of The Stage Once Had Flowed, The Fiddler He Now Steps To The Road, On The Back Of The Fish Truck That Loads, While My Conscience Explodes.

The Real Power Is In The Hands Of Small Groups Of People And I Don't Think They Have Titles.

Well Now What's The Use In Dreamin' You Got Better Things To Do Dreams Never Did Work For Me Anyway Even When They Did Come True

I See The Turning Of The Page, Curtain Rising On A New Age, See The Groom Still Waiting At The Altar.

Take Care Of All Your Memories. For You Cannot Relive Them.