It's Very Tiring Having Other

Frank [sinatra] Sang To You, Not At You, Like So Many Pop Singers Today. Even Singers Of Standards. I Never Wanted To Be A Singer That Sings At Somebody. I've Always Wanted To Sing To Somebody. I Would Have Gotten That Subliminally From Frank Many Years Ago. Hank Williams Did That, Too. He Sang To You.

She Takes Your Voice And Leaves You Howling At The Moon.

They Self-inflict Punishment On Their Own Broken Lives, Put Their Faith In Their Possessions, In Their Jobs, Or Their Wives.

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down Before Your Can Call Him A Man? . . . The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowin' In The Wind, The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

When You've Got Nothing, You've Got Nothing To Loose.