The Death Of What's Dead Is The

Coming Into Los Angeles, Bringing In A Couple Of Keys. Don't Touch My Bags, If You Please Mr. Customs Man.

There's Only One God. Call Him Whatever You Want

We Would Turn Everything Into Songs In Those Days...a Lot Of People Think "alice's Restaurant" Was An Anti-war Song. It's Not.

It's About The Time I Was Riding My Motorcycle, Going Down A Mountain Road At 150 Miles An Hour, Playing My Guitar.

No Judgment = No Expectations: That's My Motto.