She Had Bullets In Her Eyes And

And If Anybody Asks Me Is It Easy To Forget I'll Say It Is Easily Done, You Just Pick Anyone, And Pretend That You Never Have Met

I Don't Know If I Call Myself A Poet Or Not. I Would Like To, But I'm Not Really Qualified To Make That Decision, Because I Come In On Such A Back Door, That I Don't Know What A Robert Frost Or A [john] Keats Or A T.s. Eliot Would Really Think Of My Stuff.

Art Is A Never-ending Dance Of Illusions.

If You Ever Tell Anyone About Jonah's Sexual Dysfunction, I'll Never Play Music Again.

You Swore You'd Never Compromise With The Mystery Tramp, But Now You Realise He's Not Selling Any Alibis As You Stare Into The Vacuum Of His Eyes And Say, Do You Want To Make A Deal How Does It Feel