How Many Times Have You Heard Someone

Then Take Me Disappearin' Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time, Far Past The Frozen Leaves, The Haunted, Frightened Trees, Out To The Windy Beach, Far From The Twisted Reach Of Crazy Sorrow. Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands, With All Memory And Fate Driven Deep Beneath The Waves, Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow.

If My Thought-dreams Could Be Seen/ They'd Probably Put My Head In A Guillotine.

He Gambled All His Life, He's Got 27 Children, Yet He's Never Had A Wife.

Sold My Guitar To The Baker's Son For A Few Crumbs And A Place To Hide.

I Never Did Use Earphones Until Into The Eighties Or Nineties. I Don't Like To Use Earphones. I've Never Heard Anybody Sing With Earphones Effectively. They Just Give You A False Sense Of Security. A Lot Of Us Don't Need Earphones. I Don't Think Springsteen Or Mick Do. But Other People More Or Less Have Given In. But They Ought Not To. They Don't Need To. Especially If They Have A Good Band.