For Them That Think Death's

Patriotism Is The Last Refuge To Which A Scoundrel Clings.

You Call Yourself What You Want To Call Yourself. This Is The Land Of The Free.

One Night Around That Time, At Hammersmith, Bob Dylan Was About To Go Into [his 1963 Classic] 'don't Think Twice, It's Alright.he Said, 'hey, Bucky! Play Mandolin On This.' I Am Not Really A Mandolin Player; I Could Only Play In Certain Keys. Halfway Through, He Stops The Band, Turns To The Audience And Points To Me. He Says: 'he Isn't Playing, He's Miming.' And Then: 'should I Fire Him?' The Whole Audience Yells.

You’re A Cow Give Me Some Milk Or Else Go Home

The Tree Of Life Is Growing Where The Spirit Never Dies, And The Bright Light Of Salvation Shines In Dark And Empty Skies.