Your Trouble Is, You Keep Trying To

High High In The Hills , High In A Pine Tree Bed. She's Tracing The Wind With That Old Hand, Counting The Clouds With That Old Chant, Three Geese In A Flock One Flew East One Flew West One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

Tricker The Squirrel Is The Best Piece I Ever Wrote. It's Intricate.

If You're A Conservative, Why Aren't You Behind Conserving The Land?

That Ain't Me, That Ain't My Face. It Wasn't Even Me When I Was Trying To Be That Face. I Wasn't Even Really Me Them; I Was Just Being The Way I Looked, The Way People Wanted.

But I Tried, Didn't I? Goddamnit, At Least I Did That.