I Have Always Advised Men

But In Shimabukuro's Hands, As He Breaks Out Experimental Jazz, Lays Down A Steady Blues Train, Or Shreds On Rock Anthems, This Little Jumping Flea Becomes A Melodic Monster.

If They Want To Hang Me, Let Them. And On The Scaffold I Will Shout Freedom For The Working Class!

I Will Tell The Truth Wherever I Please.

My Address Is Like My Shoes. It Travels With Me. I Abide Where There Is A Fight Against Wrong.

I'm Not Afraid Of The Press Or The Militia.