The Sky Was Yellow And The Sun

Destroy Yourself Physically And Morally And Insist That All True Brothers Do Likewise As An Expression Of Unity.

When I Was Just A Little Young Boy, Papa Said Son, You'll Never Get Far, I'll Tell You The Reason If You Want To Know, 'cause Child Of Mine, There Isn't Really Very Far To Go.

Driving That Train, High On Cocaine Casey Jones You'd Better Watch Your Speed Trouble Ahead, Trouble Behind And You Know That Notion Just Crossed My Mind

Without Love In A Dream It Will Never Come True

If My Words Did Glow With The Gold Of Sunshine And My Tunes Were Played On The Harp Unstrung Would You Hear My Voice Come Through The Music Would You Hold It Near As It Were Your Own?