The Pump Don't Work Cause The Vandals

Everyone Of Them Words Rang True And Glowed Like Burning Coal, Pouring Off Every Page Like It Was Written In My Soul From Me To You.

It's Not Easy To Define Poetry.

You're Better Than No One And No One Is Better Than You.

Jewels And Binoculars Hang From The Head Of The Mule.

Up North, You Could Find These Radio Stations With No Name On The Dials That Played Pre-rock 'n' Roll Things - Country Blues. We Would Hear Slim Harpo Or Lightnin' Slim And Gospel Groups, The Dixie Hummingbirds, The Five Blind Boys Of Alabama. I Was So Far North, I Didn't Even Know Where Alabama Was.