Elvis Was The Reason I Picked Up

I Am Just A Poor Boy, Though My Story's Seldom Told, And I Have Squandered My Resistance, For A Pocket Full Of Mumbles, Such Are Promises. All Lies In Jest, Still A Man Hears What He Wants To Hear And Disregards The Rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...

Most Of The Time, When I Had Hits As A Soloist - Maybe Not So Much With Simon & Garfunkel - I Was Surprised They Were Hits. I Didn't Know What The Hits Were. I Never Thought That 'loves Me Like A Rock' Was Going To Be A Hit, Or 'mother And Child Reunion,' Or '50 Ways To Leave Your Lover.' They Didn't Sound Like What The Hits Sounded Like At The Time. Radio Was More Open To Things That Weren't Exactly What Every Other Hit Was.

The Leaves That Are Green Turn To Brown. And They Wither With The Wind. And They Crumble In Your Hand.

I Rate Each Album As Better Than The Last One. That's How I See It.

Take Two Bodies And You Twirl Them Into One, Their Hearts And Their Bones, And They Won't Come Undone.