This old world keeps spinnin' round; It's a wonder tall trees ain't layin' down.

What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her, Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn, And tied her with fences and dragged her down.

I need a new unit to sample and hold, but not an angry one, a new design, new design.

A wave is never found alone, but is mingled with the other waves.

Nature never breaks her own laws.

Even angels have their wicked schemes and you take that to new extremes.