I'm In A New York State Of

She'll Carelessly Cut You And Laugh While You're Bleeding.

It's Nine O'clock On A Saturday, The Regular Crowd Shuffles In / There's An Old Man Sitting Next To Me Making Love To His Tonic And Gin / He Says, 'son, Can You Play Me A Memory?/ I'm Not Really Sure How It Goes / But It's Sad And It's Sweet, And I Knew It Complete When I Wore A Younger Man's Clothes.'

Every Time I've Held A Rose, It Seems I Only Felt The Thorns

For Whatever Reason, Not All People Are Born With The Particular Gift Of Being Able To Express Ourselves Through Music. And, Believe Me, It Is A Gift.

I'm Not The Kind Of Guy Who Wants To Be On A Pedestal.