The Walls Of Pride Are High And

Frank [sinatra] Sang To You, Not At You, Like So Many Pop Singers Today. Even Singers Of Standards. I Never Wanted To Be A Singer That Sings At Somebody. I've Always Wanted To Sing To Somebody. I Would Have Gotten That Subliminally From Frank Many Years Ago. Hank Williams Did That, Too. He Sang To You.

How Many Deaths Will It Take 'till We Know That Too Many People Have Died?

An Artist Has Got To Be Constantly In A State Of Becoming.

The Hollow Horn Plays Wasted Words, Proves To Warn That He Not Busy Being Born Is Busy Dying.

So Now I'm Going Back Again I Got To Get Her Somehow All The People We Used To Know They're An Illusion To Me Now Some Are Mathematicians Some Are Carpenter's Wives Don't Know How It All Got Started I Don't What They're Doing With Their Lives But Me I'm Still On The Road Heading For Another Joint We Always Did Feel The Same We Just Saw It From A Different Point Of View Tangled Up In Blue.