The Only Sound That's Left After The

You Can't Imagine Parlor Ballads Drifting Out Of High-rise Multi-towered Buildings. That Kind Of Music Existed In A More Timeless State Of Life.

Once You Think You Know The Song, Then You Have Go And See How Other People Have Done It.

You Breathed On Me And Made My Life A Richer One To Live, When I Was Deep In Poverty You Taught Me How To Give. Dried The Tears Up From My Dreams And Pulled Me From My Hole, Quenched My Thirst And Satisfied The Burning In My Soul.

People's Lives Are Filled With Vice And The Trappings Of It. Ambition, Greed And Selfishness All Have To Do With Vice. Sooner Or Later, You Have To See Through It Or You Don't Survive.

I Put One On The Turntable And When The Needle Dropped, I Was Stunned - Didn't Know Whether I Was Stoned Or Straight.