I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.
My father and my mother and my sister and I have always voted Republican, always.
I made myself famous by writing 'songs' and lyrics about the beauty of the things I did and ugliness, too.
Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?
Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.