I can imagine all the people living life in peace I went to a fortune teller to have my fortune read I love you in a place where there's no space and time There's nothing you can do that can't be done. All you need is love! Why don't we sing this song all together; open our hearts... Teach your children well Smile on your brother (and sister) everybody get together; try to love one another right now There are 50 ways to leave your lover Power to the people! All we are saying is give peace a chance! It's more than a feeling when I hear that old song play Let the good times roll! I'm here alone now and I'm singin' this song for you We got to get together sooner or later because the revolution's here I want candy It's so nice to be stoned Life is very short and there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend. We can work it out. Good day sunshine Lean on me when you're not strong, and I'll be your friend We all shine on like the moo...

1. I know how to write my own songs 2. I do not work for ground control, and I have never met Major Tom 3. I do not ask dumb questions like, “Have you ever seen the rain?” 4. I have never picked up a Sweet Hitchhiker 5. I have never felt like a Free Bird, and Alabama is not my sweet home 6. Alice Cooper might still be eighteen, but I am not 7. I can not thank God I’m a country boy because I am a city boy 8. I have never been able to kiss the sky, nor do I care to 9. I am not Iron Man 10. The answer is not blowin’ in the wind 11. Sunshine on my shoulders does not make me happy; It makes me sweaty and uncomfortable 12. I have never been in a white room with black curtains at any station 13. I will not confess to shooting the sheriff when I did not 14. Yes, I'm lonely, but I do not wanna die 15. I have never been to the USSR, so I can not honestly say that I am back there 16. I have never seen smoke on the water or fire in the sky 17. I do not know anyone who has ever bought a stairwa...

You gotta leave that old dog alone You gotta leave that old dog alone Can't teach him new tricks...just for a bone He lives on the block, that stubborn old dog Around the clock he's a stubborn old dog His head like a rock ...What a stubborn old dog ...

  I have known Matt Cerrato since I was 13 years old -1973. I have always considered him my best and oldest friend. He is the older brother that I never had. Our common bond has always been music. I used to get on the school bus with my guitar, go to Homeroom and English, then head over to Matt's where he had his Ludwig drums set up in a room on the side of his house. I would plug into a huge bass amp and bash away. He turned me on to Genesis, Gentle Giant, Triumverat, Aphrodite's Child, King Crimson, Tomita, Chick Corea and countless others. We went to see Kiss and White Witch. We went to Britton Plaza Theater to see Devil's Rain, Road Warrior and The Incredible Melting Man... his treat. He turned me on to Doritos and Steak-umms. Matt can fix anything and build anything. Matt taught me how to take an old bicycle and turn it into a cool new looking bike. He taught me how to replace the brakes on my van. He is the funniest person I know. He played drums for me on See The Pa...

  In your mind you were a legend... In your mind you were the king In your life you were reflecting the world around you as you saw it And you never understood why they didn't see it as you did In your mind there was a kingdom that you ruled by your own word In your life you lived as you wished that others would live Please understand, my friend that I know what you tried to give

  I just returned from the corner store. I am befuddled and dumbfounded. The woman in front of me spent 25.00 on lottery tickets. I told her that if she has nothing better to do with her 25.00, that I could put it to good use. She turned to me, her face beaming and said, "I spent six dollars yesterday and won two dollars, so I didn't lose!" What kind of mush do these people have for brains? They get their welfare checks or work for minimum wage, and then blow it on lottery tickets. I knew a woman in New York who became homeless because of her addiction to lottery tickets. It was pitiful. I remember seeing her on the corner of Bleecker and Thompson  begging for spare change. As soon as she had enough, she would run across the street to the pharmacy and buy a lottery ticket. I will never understand this addiction.

  What if certain somebodies had listened when they were told: Bands with guitars and drums are on the way out You can't have a string quartet or a sitar in a pop song You can't put a symphony orchestra tuning up in the middle of a song You can't release a double album with a plain white cover You can't record a song that's longer than 2 1/2 minutes You can't sing a song expressing sympathy for the devil You can't have two drummers in a band There is no such thing as a rock opera So please don't tell me that I can't have a harpsichord on my recording!