Does Anybody Have A Cigarette?

Only In Canada Could Somebody With A Voice Like Mine Win 'vocalist Of The Year'.

Everybody Knows The Dice Are Loaded.

In Montreal Spring Is Like An Autopsy. Everyone Wants To See The Inside Of The Frozen Mammoth. Girls Rip Off Their Sleeves And The Flesh Is Sweet And White, Like Wood Under Green Bark. From The Streets A Sexual Manifesto Rises Like An Inflating Tire, “the Winter Has Not Killed Us Again!

Do Not Be A Magician - Be Magic!

I Never Really Liked Poetry Readings; I Liked To Read Poetry By Myself, But I Liked Singing, Chanting My Lyrics To This Jazz Group.