I Made A Spike About Nine O'clock On A Saturday.


All Eyes Hit Me As I Walked Into The Door.


Then Stealin' (?) And Then The Guys Were Fooling In The Demin Dudes.


A Couple Cards Played Rough Stuff, New York, Fire Island.





I Cased The Joint, Straining At The Scenes.





I Moseyed Up To The Counter And The Tender Came Grinning.


I Snapped The Smile Off His Face And Scowled "Give Me A Bourbon!"


The Mirror On The Wall Was Collecting And Reflecting.


All The Heavy Bodies Ducking, Stealing Eager For Some Action.


The Scene Screwed Me Up, I Saw Some Contact.





Then The Big Boys Saw Me And Knew That.





I'd Had Too Much, Floating Around.


Statues Alive, Seconds Are Hours.





SOLO (Glenn)





Sacks Like A Hurricane, Wrapped In And Shattered.


I Was Barely Holding On To This Flying Body Symphony .


I Guess I Dream In Pictures, Not Colors.


The True Free Expression I Demand Is Human Rights - Right.





I Gave My Life, I Am Immortal.





I'm Going, No Loss


I'm Going, No Loss


I'm Going, No Loss


I'm Going, No Loss





Nightmare, Just A Bunch Of Goddamn, Rotten, Steaming... Raw Deal!