Moderate in front, short-ish on the sides / Long in the back, my hairstyle was my pride.

All roads lead to the shore points.

That's how much.

“AHahaha!”

There has always been a place I long for—anywhere away from where I was at the time.

How can I go on singing love songs / When things are much more bitter than sweet ...

Well his name is Uzi just like the famous machine gun / And with all the noise he makes he might as well have been one ...

A posthumous ‘conversation’ with Shlomo Carlebach, a/k/a Reb Shlomo, whose music I had been listening to since I was a young child.

I lay back and think of all the crap / That I’ve been through in my lifetime / It hurts to think ...

What mek-a dis night, so diff-a-rent, from all other night.

And when the heat of the moment comes crashing down / We’re gonna keep ourselves high up, keep on hangin’ around

There’s a voice calling out in the air and on the streets / There’s diaries, struggles and final calls ...

You had the chance to make yourself heard about things that affect us all ...

Uptown folks trade in their Cadillacs / Because the ashtrays got full ...

Yes, the David Bowie song.

Summer vacation rolled in quietly, but it was a day I’d always remember.

The prophets have fallen between the boardwalk cracks / Their voices still ooze out but no one wants to hear ...

with failure but a minor nuisance / and misery but a memory / The exile has finally come home.

He was the boss, the doctor, the angel of soul / King of the Jersey Shore, crown prince of rock’n’roll

It’s so damn sick, I tell you Sick sick sick.