I Was An Art Student At The

Educate Us With Your Media Machine, Tell Me What To Dream.

Hey, Is That You Elvis? I Wanna Speak To The Colonel. Jump To It, You Mother.

If New Orleans Is Allowed To Die, A Crucial Part Of The World's Music Heritage Will Disappear.

I Met Her In A Club Down In North Soho, Where You Drink Champagne And It Tastes Just Like Coca-cola.

I Close My Eyes And Feel The Universe Within Me.