What Year Is It In

The Groove Is So Mysterious. We're Born With It And We Lose It And The World Seems To Split Apart Before Our Eyes Into Stupid And Cool. When We Get It Back, The World Unifies Around Us, And Both Stupid And Cool Fall Away. I Am Grateful To Those Who Are Keepers Of The Groove. The Babies And The Grandmas Who Hang On To It And Help Us Remember When We Forget That Any Kind Of Dancing Is Better Than No Dancing At All.

Love Is An Exploding Cigar We Willingly Smoke.

Always Watch The Hands. The Hands Will Tell You Everything You Need To Know.

I Grew Up In A House That Had A Whole Lot Of Trouble. As Much Trouble As You Could Imagine.

What Year Is It In Your Imagination?