Steady, hold your heading The landing strip's in sight Keep your wits about you Hold your values tight Storms gather in the distance Crosswinds on the ground Freedom on the glide path Will always get you down FREEDOM! There's nothing more important…

WILD BILL Key C C Bass F# Am Bass G Bass F Bass C The moon shone like diamonds on mirrors in puddles shaped like horse’s feet Dm Dm - Dm…

Things which are alike, in nature, grow to look alike.

The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn from the crow.

I'll tell you one thing: if that there Blake fella keeps on shootin' marshals, I might end up liking the bastard!

I'll tell you one thing for sure... I wouldn't trust no words written down on no piece of paper, especially from no Dickinson out in the town of Machine... you're just as likely to find your own grave.