Your wife said, “Haram,” but we already fell from quite a height
This what happen, left to his own device
You’d be embarrassed to know the price (It wasn’t much)
The bag was light, the rags was still tied tight
There was no particular gripe, I seent it all crescendo
Stepped over son when it was my turn at the window
Backwoodz single, change on plexiglass
Yeah, that’s my jingle
“All the things I used to count on to get my music out there — record companies, they’re all gone. And radio stations, they’re gone — they’re completely controlled by the government. If they’re not controlled by the government, they’re controlled by a programmer who’s controlled by the government. Mainstream radio is suspect. You can’t trust it. It’s not gonna play what it wants to play because it doesn’t know what it wants, because it doesn’t think — it’s not paid to think, it’s paid not to think, to just do.”
Neil Young