Speak clearly Your mind. Sing the songs That speak Your heart And live to Tell about it.
The Bricks, The Bones, The Sticks, The Stones, The Druglords, The Cops, The Riots, The Rocks; The Drama, The Takes, The Bullets, The Breaks, The Cracks, The Bats; The Money, The Money, The Fuckin’ Money… An ocean Of concrete; A sidewalk beach, Awash in shells.
Hey kid, Look at the stars; Do you think one Of them is David Bowie? Go ahead; Make a wish. “Dear David Bowie, I wish I had more MySpace friends.”
If you think SHE’S pretty, you should see my SLING-shot.– Arnie Rogers, The Trouble with Harry (1955)