Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings

It Will Scramble Your Head And Drag Your Brain About, Sometimes You Gotta Do Like Elvis Did And Shoot The Damn Thing Out.

I Make My Stand And Remain As I Am, And Bid Farewell And Not Give A Damn.

What Kind Of Alchemy Could Create A Perfume That Would Make A Reaction To A Person Lukewarm, Indifferent And Apathetic?if Such A Scent Could Be Made I'd Like Some.

Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. Around Any Corner, There's A Promise Of Something Daring And Ideal And Things Are Just Getting Going. There's Something Obscenely Joyful Behind Every Door, Either That Or Somebody Crying With Their Head In In Their Hands. A Lazy Rhythm Looms In The Dreamy Air And The Atmosphere Pulsates With Bygone Duels, Past-life Romance, Comrades Requesting Comrades To Aid Them In Some Way. You Can't See It, But You Know It's There

How Many Times Must A Man Look Up, Before He Can See The Sky?