When The Jelly Faced Women All Sneeze,

I Can't Stand To See Myself On Television.

Then Take Me Disappearin' Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time, Far Past The Frozen Leaves, The Haunted, Frightened Trees, Out To The Windy Beach, Far From The Twisted Reach Of Crazy Sorrow. Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands, With All Memory And Fate Driven Deep Beneath The Waves, Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow.

Peace Will Come With Tranquility And Splendor On The Wheels Of Fire But Will Bring Us No Reward When Her False Idols Fall.

Everything In New Orleans Is A Good Idea.

I'm Mortified To Be On The Stage, But Then Again, It's The Only Place Where I'm Happy.