You're Driving With Your Eyes Closed.

I'm Certainly Not Thrilled With Everything The Eagles Did, But There Are Some Things I'm Quite Proud Of.

We're Being Treated To The Wisdom Of Some Puffed Up, Little Fart. Doing Exactly What I Used To Do, Pretensions To Anarchy And Art.

I Said, Baby, Do You Have No Shame? She Just Looked At Me, Uncomprehendingly, Like Cows At A Passing Train.

Some Records With Drum Machines On Them Sound Phony And Plastic. It All Depends On How You Use The Tools.

Sharper Than A Serpents Tongue, Tighter Than A Bongo Drum, Quicker Than A One Night Stand, Slicker Than A Mambo Band.