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I See A Correlation Between Short Stories And Songs, Because Of Their Length And For What They're Meant To Evoke. Combine Certain Words With Melodies And It All Becomes Very Moving.

Take Me. I'm An Ordinary Player In The Key Of C. And My Will Was Broken By My Pride And My Vanity. Who's Gonna Love You When You're Looks Are Gone? God Will. Like He Waters The Flowers On Your Window Sill.

When I Was 15, I Made A Solo Record. It Made Artie Very Unhappy. He Looked Upon It As Something Of A Betrayal.

When I Look Back At All The Crap I Learned In High School, It's A Wonder I Can Think At All.

All I've Got To Do Today Is Smile.