You Know, Your Ears Record.

I Grew Up Thinking Art Was Pictures Until I Got Into Music And Found I Was An Artist And Didn't Paint.

All Were Artists, Playing Foolish, Having Fights And Making Love As If The Rest Of The World Had No Racial Problems Whatsoever.

They're Drinkin' Home Brew From A Wooden Cup. The Folks Were Dancin' There Got All Shook Up.

I Think I See Her, Please Let Me Off This Bus. Nadine, Honey, Is That You?

Don't Let The Same Dog Bite You Twice.