Everyone Of Them Words Rang

Shakespeare's Last Play Was Called The Tempest. It Wasn't Called Just Plain Tempest. The Name Of My Record Is Just Plain Tempest. It's Two Different Titles.

This Land Is Your Land And This Land Is My Land, Sure, But The World Is Run By Those That Never Listen To Music Anyway.

There Used To Be A Time When The Idea Of Heroes Was Important. People Grew Up Sharing Those Myths And Legends And Ideals. Now They Grow Up Sharing Mcdonalds And Disneyland.

The Ghosts Race Towards The Light, You Can Almost Hear The Heavy Breathing Spirits, All Determined To Get Somewhere. New Orleans, Unlike A Lot Of Places You Go Back To And That Don't Have The Magic Anymore, Still Has Got It. Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. You Can't See It, But You Know It's Here. Somebody's Always Sinking.

If You Need Somebody You Can Trust, Trust Yourself