For You Girl, There Is Not Enough

Sharper Than A Serpents Tongue, Tighter Than A Bongo Drum, Quicker Than A One Night Stand, Slicker Than A Mambo Band.

O' Beautiful, For Spacious Skies But Now Those Skies Are Threatening They're Beating Plowshares Into Swords For This Tired Old Man That We Elected King.

Lennon's Was One Of The First Voices I Emulated When I Began To Sing. When We Held Tryouts In My Pal's Dad's Living Room For The Singer In Our Band, I Sang A Beatles Song That Lennon Sang. There Is Something About The Timbre Of His Voice, Something That It Conveys, That Still Gets To Me. The Quality And The Poetry Of His Lyrics. The Wry Sense Of Humor. And The Boyishness, In The Beginning. There Are A Great Many Things That Touch Me About Him... Lennon Was, To Put It In His Own Words, A 'working-class Hero.'

I Said, Baby, Do You Have No Shame? She Just Looked At Me, Uncomprehendingly, Like Cows At A Passing Train.

So Much Time Weeping And Wailing And Shaking Our Fists, Creating Enemies That Really Don't Exist.