What do you reckon, Brother James?

We trust God, but there’s going to be some collataral damage

Ground control to Major Tom

Maybe you’re like YO YO, the great American celloist, be zealous in your passions, in the healing of music

My plan of action is hug a tree in the park,

go on long walks by the river in the dawn when there’s no one around in the dark.

Suddenly the internet is for the benefit of humanity instead of it’s detriment.

he played us some obscure classical artist,

we held our breath, and the stars turned into sawdust.