Some Get The Gravy, Some Get The

Oh, I Am A Lonely Painter / I Live In A Box Of Paints.

I Am As Constant As A Northern Star

But Now It's Just Another Show, You Leave Em Laughing When You Go. And If You Care, Don't Let Them Know, Don't Give Yourself Away.

I Heard Someone From The Music Business Saying They Are No Longer Looking For Talent, They Want People With A Certain Look And A Willingness To Cooperate.

You Could Write A Song About Some Kind Of Emotional Problem You Are Having, But It Would Not Be A Good Song, In My Eyes, Until It Went Through A Period Of Sensitivity To A Moment Of Clarity. Without That Moment Of Clarity To Contribute To The Song, It's Just Complaining.