When  Smokey sings.

Oh Baby  Baby. 

Tracks of my tears.

Being with you. 

Cruisin’.

DEMOCRACY:    The Tyranny of the Uninformed.

New York:  The Big Apple.

New Orleans:  The Big Easy.

Belfast:   The Big Bap.

Best of Joe Cocker.

Darlin’ be home soon.

You are so beautiful.

The Moon’s a harsh mistress.

Do I still figure in your life?

What do you call a drummer whose girlfriend leaves him?

Homeless!

And that inverted Bowl they call the sky, 

Whereunder crawling coop’d we live and die,

Lift not your hands to It for help- for It as impotently moves

as you and I.

”I believed in the Good Book, Jesus… until I read between the lines”

                  LAURA NYRO.   (Stoney End)