What I Do Is Unusual:

I Sang In Art School, Just To Get Money To Smoke.

He's Swept With The Broom Of Contempt And The Rooms Have An Empty Ring.

Fly Silly Sea Bird, No Dreams Can Possess You, No Voices Can Blame You For Sun On Your Wings.

I Met A Woman She Had A Mouth Like Yours She Knew Your Life She Knew Your Devils And Your Deeds And She Said "go To Him, Stay With Him If You Can But Be Prepared To Bleed

Rolling Stone Hates Me. They Must Have An Editorial Policy To Do Me In For Many Years.