At Night I Closed My Eyes And

If You Dont [sic] Say What You Want, What's The Sense Of Writing?

Holy Flowers Floating In The Air, Were All These Tired Faces In The Dawn Of Jazz America.

What's Your Road, Man? - Holyboy Road, Madman Road, Rainbow Road, Guppy Road, Any Road. It's An Anywhere Road For Anybody Anyhow. Where Body How?

You Can't Live In This World But There's Nowhere Else To Go.

Go Moan For Man. It's The Pathos Of People That Gets Us Down, All The Lovers In This Dream.