The Only Truth Is Music.

In Those Days He Really Didn't Know What He Was Talking About; That Is To Say, He Was A Young Jailkid All Hung-up On The Wonderful Possibilities Of Becoming A Real Intellectual, And He Liked To Talk In The Tone And Using The Words, But In A Jumbled Way, That He Had Heard From 'real Intellectuals.

One Day I Will Find The Right Words, And They Will Be Simple.

A Fine Thing To Be Talking About Angels In This Day When Common Thieves Smash The Holy Rosaries Of Their Victims In The Street.

And Don't You Know That God Is Pooh Bear?

You'd Be Surprised How Little I Knew Even Up To Yesterday