Mercy, Mercy Me, Things Ain't What They

I Want To Stop And Thank You Baby, How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You.

I'd Been Studying The Microphone For A Dozen Years, And I Suddenly Saw What I'd Been Doing Wrong. I'd Been Singing Too Loud. One Night I Was Listening To A Record By Lester Young, The Horn Player, And It Came To Me. Relax, Just Relax. It's All Going To Be All Right.

Great Artists Suffer For The People.

When I Get That Feeling, I Want Some Sexual Healing.

I Hope To Refine Music, Study It, Try To Find Some Area That I Can Unlock. I Don't Quite Know How To Explain It But It's There. These Can't Be The Only Notes In The World, There's Got To Be Other Notes Some Place, In Some Dimension, Between The Cracks On The Piano Keys.