If I Live By Illusions, You Live

Is This Love, Baby, Or Is This Just Confusion?

Looks Like My Baby Dont Live Here No More...thats Alright, Ive Still Got My Guitar..i Might As Well Go Back Over Yonder, Way Back Across The Hills, If My Baby Dont Love Me No More....i Know Her...sister Will

Music Is A Safe Type Of High. It's More The Way It Was Supposed To Be. That's Where Highness Came, I Guess, From Anyway. It's Nothing But Rhythm And Motion.

You Know You Are A Sweet Little Heart Breaker, Foxy Lady.

When I Die, Just Keep Playing The Records.