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.

Looping various apps.

Thanks Regs for making my crappy music in to great songs. Enjoy!!! Sunday morning and she’s gone Sunday morning all day long She’s gone Now she’s gone I don’t feel a thing I’m so happy i’m free again She’s gone She thought…

A little bit of pop with a strong 80s touch (I hope). ================================================= Summer Love Lyrics: John Scunziano Vocals: Domenico Mercurio Guitars: David Patterson, Domenico Mercurio Composed by Steffen…

For us.

...in order to.......?

...in order to.......?