First Paycheck I Get, I

The Free Soul Is Rare, But You Know It When You See It

I Have Loved You Woman As Surely As I Have Named You Rust And Sand And Nylon.

Bad Taste Creates Many More Millionaires Than Good Taste.

And The Color In My Eyes Has Gone Back Into The Sea.

There's A Small Balcony Here, The Door Is Open And I Can See The Lights Of The Cars On The Harbor Freeway South, They Never Stop, That Roll Of Lights, On And On. All Those People. What Are They Doing? What Are They Thinking? We're All Going To Die, All Of Us, What A Circus! That Alone Should Make Us Love Each Other But It Doesn't.