Nothing Left To Do But Smile.

I Sat Down To My Supper, Twas A Bottle Of Red Whiskey.

Nobody Stopped Thinking About Those Psychedelic Experiences. Once You've Been To Some Of Those Places, You Think, 'how Can I Get Back There Again But Make It A Little Easier On Myself?'

Sometimes The Lights All Shining On Me, Other Times I Can Barely See. Lately It Occurs To Me What A Long Strange Trip It's Been.

The World Has To Tell Us. In Other Words, We Don't Have An Agenda Or A Battle Plan Or A Map Or A Direction Or Anything. We're Just Going Along, And Our World Is Telling Us.

How Many Beethovens Are There That Just For Lack Of The Training, The World Doesn't Get Exposed To.