Bridge Over Troubled Water

Simon & Garfunkel

I could be here; I could be gone. I cannot sing for ruin.

Play One More

Ian & Sylvia

Is there skin in Tulsa? I'm not talking about suffocation. I'm talking about night, in the short grass. I'm talking about promise.

Latin, Lush & Lovely

Morton Gould and his Orchestra

As the chorus passed, a fire licked at untrained prophecies and divine poisons.

G.I. Blues

Elvis Presley

Have no regard for argument. Gather. Exult in pumpernickel.

Sings Precious Memories

Johnny Cash

Love is too perilous. The unsettled are sent home, collecting trappers and remedies.

Bellies full; bellies up.

Writer

Carole King

Crystalline aliens are unfolding on the National Mall: stranded, loveless, and glum. We promised them bilberries and lava. Slack prevails.