The Sun's Not Yellow, Its Chicken!

You Know What They Say About Bein' Nice To The Right People On The Way Up Sooner Or Later You Gonna Meet Them Comin' Down

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

Situations Have Ended Sad, Relationships Have All Been Bad.

Because Dickens And Dostoyevsky And Woody Guthrie Were Telling Their Stories Much Better Than I Ever Could, I Decided To Stick To My Own Mind.

Frank [sinatra] Sang To You, Not At You, Like So Many Pop Singers Today. Even Singers Of Standards. I Never Wanted To Be A Singer That Sings At Somebody. I've Always Wanted To Sing To Somebody. I Would Have Gotten That Subliminally From Frank Many Years Ago. Hank Williams Did That, Too. He Sang To You.