I Don't Like All Of The Music

Free, Only Want To Be Free, We Huddle Close, Hang On To A Dream.

Be...as A Page That Aches For A Word Which Speaks On A Theme That Is Timeless

Then Come And As We Lay, Beside This Sleepy Glade, There I Will Sing To You My Longfellow Serenade.

Melinda Was Mine 'til The Time That I Found Her Holding Jim, Loving Him.

I Don't Like All Of The Music To Be Serious And Deadly.