Everybody's Wearing A Disguise, To Hide What

A Song Is Anything That Can Walk By Itself.

There's A Whole Lot Of People In Trouble Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Whole Lot Of People Seeing Double Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Give Ya Delusions Of Grandeur And A Evil Eye Give You The Idea That You're Too Good To Die Then They Bury You From Your Head To Your Feet From The Disease Of Conceit

Early On, Before Rock 'n' Roll, I Listened To Big Band Music - Anything That Came Over The Radio - And Music Played By Bands In Hotels That Our Parents Could Dance To. We Had A Big Radio That Looked Like A Jukebox, With A Record Player On The Top. The Radio/record Player Played 78rpm Records. When We Moved To That House, There Was A Record On There, With A Red Label. It Was Bill Monroe, Or Maybe It Was The Stanley Brothers. I'd Never Heard Anything Like That Before. Ever. And It Moved Me Away From All The Conventional Music That I Was Hearing.

I Ain't Looking To Compete With You, Beat, Or Cheat, Or Mistreat You, Simplify You, Classify You, Deny, Defy, Or Crucify You. All I Really Want To Do Is, Baby, Be Friends With You.

Jewels And Binoculars Hang From The Head Of The Mule.