The Telecaster Has Two Sounds

The Time I Burned My Guitar It Was Like A Sacrifice. You Sacrifice The Things You Love. I Love My Guitar.

My Sons And Their Wives Landed On Mars To Start Another Race.

When I Die, I Want People To Play My Music, Go Wild And Freak Out And Do Anything They Want To Do.

I Wanted To Be Listened To. I Don't Know If They Were Or Not, Though.

If I Live By Illusions, You Live By Excuses.