Sometimes I Write Notes That

You Do Have To Be A Bit Careful With Your Voice. It Is An Instrument.

I'm Just The Mere Shadow Of My Former Selfishness. I Crave The Silhouette Of Your Kiss.

Cause Somewhere In The Quizling Clinic, There's A Shorthand Typist Taking Seconds Over Minutes.

Elvis Presley And Puccini Shall Return.

My Grandfather And My Father Disagreed About Music, Not Least Of All Because My Dad Wanted To Improvise. It Wasn't Just That He Wanted To Play Different Music; It Was Just That He Came Off The Dots.