every week just to quit singing my own kind of songs and to sing the kind that knock you down still farther and the ones that poke fun at you even more and
every week just to quit singing my own kind of songs and to sing the kind that knock you down still farther and the ones that poke fun at you even more and
know the ways of heaven. The farther one travels. the less one knows, the less one really knows. The Inner Light (song) (1968), On Transcendental Meditation
land-lubbering pup that walks on land, Rubble. She heard that song and swam out to sea to sing along. Zuma: What happened to her? Cap'n Turbot: They say she