Ebony And Ivory Live Together In Perfect

I Can Take Pot Or Leave It. I Got Busted In Japan For It. I Was Nine Days Without It And There Wasn't A Hint Of Withdrawal, Nothing.

Many Years Ago I Was Fishing, And As I Was Reeling In The Poor Fish, I Realised, 'i Am Killing Him - All For The Passing Pleasure It Brings Me'. Something Inside Me Clicked. I Realised As I Watched Him Fight For Breath That His Life Was As Important To Him As Mine Is To Me.

But With Writers, There's Nothing Wrong With Melancholy. It's An Important Color In Writing.

I Do Have A Spongelike Ear Or Mentality Or Whatever You Call It, But It's Probably A Bit Subconscious.

Trumpets Are A Bit More Adventurous; They're Drunk! Trumpeters Are Generally Drunk. It Wets Their Whistle.