You May Almost Forget The Smell Of

If There's A New Idea, A New Invention, Or A New Gas, Or A New Whatever You Know, It Should Be Brought At Least Into The Open Instead Of Carrying These Same Old Burdens Around With You.

It All Has To Come From Inside, Though, I Guess.

My Sons And Their Wives Landed On Mars To Start Another Race.

Room Full Of Mirrors, That's More Of A Mental Disarrangement. This Says Something About Broken Glass Used To Be All In My Brain.

If My Baby Don't Love Me No More, I Know Her Sister Will.