She was crazy He was crazy too. They each thought the other one was crazier and they told each other and had arguments about it all the time.
She was crazy. He was crazy too, but he knew he was crazy and she hadn’t come to the same conclusion for herself so she complained about how crazy everybody was and he didn’t really mind.
Calm It Down A lot.
Getting Carried Away.
Coming On Way too Strong.
Slow Down, Bud.
Who You Talking To?
Getting Carried Away.
Coming On Way too Strong.
Slow Down, Bud.
Who You Talking To?
Always Remember, What goes up, must come down. What goes down, will lift itself up again eventually in some form or another.
Whose mind is your mind ? Who owns it? Is it Yours? Or does it belong to someone else? Or something else? Maybe it doesn’t belong to anybody or anything. Maybe it’s just kind of there, a slice of pineapple in a bowl-shaped jello that wobbles to and fro in a fashion that differs depending on who is carrying it around on a silver platter, strutting their stuff in a customer service outfit and an apron in case of runny noses. ‘Cause that happens sometimes. It’s a goop of sorts.
People put too much emphasis on words. They’re just words, they’re not doing anything. Lazy bastards.
