He Not Busy Being Born Is Busy

Black Is The Color And None Is The Number

There Must Be Some Kind Of Way Out Of Here,' Said The Joker To The Thief.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rolling High And Mighty Traps, Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps.

I'm Just Glad To Be Feeling Better. I Really Thought I'd Be Seeing Elvis Soon.

Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands