Now If Six Turned Up To Be

Sometimes Music Comes Across To Me Just When I Am Sitting Around Doing Nothing, And Then The Music Makes Me Think Of A Few Words I Might Have Written.

Telephone Message On His Manager's Answering Machine Shortly Before Dying Of Heroin Overdose: I Need Help Bad, Man.

Once You're Dead, You're Made For Life.

Anger He Smiles, Towering In Shiny Metallic Purple Armor. Queen Jealousy, Envy Waits Behind Him, Her Fiery Green Gown Sneers At The Grassy Ground.

I Didn't Mean To Take Up All Your Sweet Time... I'll Give It Right Back To You, One Of These Days