The Purdzilla Show

Oh, America, my friend And so once again you are fighting us all And when we ask you why You raise your sticks and cry and we fall Oh, my friend, how did you come To trade the fiddle for the drum? Joni Mitchell

There's no comprehending Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes And the lips you can get And still feel so alone And still feel related Like stations in some relay (Joni Mitchell - Coyote )