Fortune Or Fame, You Must Pick One

All The Tired Horses In The Sun How'm I Supposed To Get Any Ridin' Done? Hmm.

My Songs Were Influenced Not So Much By Poetry On The Page But By Poetry Being Recited By The Poets Who Recited Poems With Jazz Bands.

Democracy Don't Rule The World, You'd Better Get That In Your Head; This World Is Ruled By Violence, But I Guess That's Better Left Unsaid.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rollin' High And Mighty Traps Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps "we'll Meet On Edges, Soon," Said I Proud 'neath Heated Brow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now. Half-wracked Prejudice Leaped Forth "rip Down All Hate," I Screamed Lies That Life Is Black And White Spoke From My Skull. I Dreamed Romantic Facts Of Musketeers Foundationed Deep, Somehow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now.

She's A Hypnotist Collector; You Are A Walking Antique.