I Got This Grave Yard Woman.

Some People Are Called To Be A Good Sailor. Some People Have A Calling To Be A Good Tiller Of The Land. Some People Are Called To Be A Good Friend. You Have To Be The Best At Whatever You Are Called At. Whatever You Do. You Ought To Be The Best At It – Highly Skilled. It's About Confidence, Not Arrogance. You Have To Know That You're The Best Whether Anybody Else Tells You That Or Not. And That You'll Be Around, In One Way Or Another, Longer Than Anybody Else. Somewhere Inside Of You, You Have To Believe That.

So, I Don't Know. I Think So. It's All In The Heart, Whatever Keeps You That Way. Keeps You Forever Young. Forever Young Doesn't Necessarily Mean That You Don't Grow Old, But You Just Have Some Contact With What Put You Where You Are. You Know, Keep Some Type Of Contact. Anyway...

The Motorcycle Black Madonna Two Wheeled Gypsy Queen.

You've Got To Lose Your Passion For Dumbness.

I Dug It, New York City, All-the Streets And The Snows And The Starving And The Five-flight Walkups And Sleeping In Rooms With Ten People. I Dug The Trains And The Shadows, The Way I Dug Ore Mines And Coal Mines. I Just Jumped Right To The Bottom Of New York.