All Our Songs Are About Love, Travel

What Have They Done To The Earth? What Have They Done To Our Fair Sister? Ravaged And Plundered And Ripped Her And Bit Her Stuck Her With Knives In The Side Of The Dawn And Tied Her With Fences And Dragged Her Down

Take An Indian Home To Lunch.

Each Generation Wants New Symbols, New People, New Names. They Want To Divorce Themselves From Their Predecessors.

Death Makes Angels Of Us All And Gives Us Wings Where We Had Shoulders Smooth As Ravens Claws.

It's Like Gambling Somehow. You Go Out For A Night Of Drinking And You Don't Know Where Your Going To End Up The Next Day. It Could Work Out Good Or It Could Be Disastrous. It's Like The Throw Of The Dice.