The Truth That I Am Seeking Is

He Did Ten Years In Attica, Reading Nietzsche And Wilhelm Reich.

You Just Have To Keep Going To Find That Thing That Lets You In The Door. Sometimes In Life When That Day Comes And You're Given The Key, You Throw It Away.

Beyond Here Lies Nothin' But The Mountains Of The Past

Feel Like A Broke-down Engine, Ain't Got No Drivin' Wheel. You All Been Down And Lonesome, You Know Just How A Poor Man Feels.

We All Like Motorcycles To Some Degree.