I Would Not Be Convicted

She Said A Good Day Ain't Got No Rain She Said A Bad Day Is When I Lie In The Bed And I Think Of Things That Might Have Been

Medicine Is Magical And Magical Is Art, The Boy In The Bubble, And The Baby With The Baboon Heart.

Somewhere In A Burst Of Glory / Sound Becomes A Song.

The Trick Is, As I Know It, Is To Care Like Hell And Not Give A Damn At The Same Time.

Take Two Bodies And You Twirl Them Into One, Their Hearts And Their Bones, And They Won't Come Undone.