The Motorcycle Black Madonna Two Wheeled Gypsy

If You Told The Truth, That Was All Well And Good And If You Told The Un-truth, Well, That's Still Well And Good. Folk Songs Had Taught Me That.

Too Much Information About Nothing.

There Are Degrees Of Happiness. You Go From One To The Other And Then Back Again. It's Hard To Be Completely Happy When Those Around Us Are Suffering And Groaning From Hunger.

Ah, Current Music. What Would That Be? Ah, Really, A Lot Of It Sounds Defective To Me. It Makes Me Restless.

I Wish That For Just One Time You Could Stand Inside My Shoes. You'd Know What A Drag It Is To See You.