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I Wouldn't Even Think Of Playing Music If I Was Born In These Times. I Wouldn't Even Listen To The Radio.

Opportunities May Come Along For You To Convert Something - Something That Exists Into Something That Didn't Yet. That Might Be The Beginning Of It.

Uncle Fought In Vietnam And Then He Fought A War All By Himself.

I've Never Written A Political Song. Songs Can't Save The World. I've Gone Through All That.

Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. Around Any Corner, There's A Promise Of Something Daring And Ideal And Things Are Just Getting Going. There's Something Obscenely Joyful Behind Every Door, Either That Or Somebody Crying With Their Head In In Their Hands. A Lazy Rhythm Looms In The Dreamy Air And The Atmosphere Pulsates With Bygone Duels, Past-life Romance, Comrades Requesting Comrades To Aid Them In Some Way. You Can't See It, But You Know It's There