Includes bibliographical references, discography, and index
Contents:
Harlem to Camelot. Life is more delectable when it's disrespectable ; I read my Plato ; The rhyme is hard to find, my dears ; I'll go to hell for ya ; We'll go to Greenwich where modern men itch ; You mustn't conceal anything you feel ; It's so good it must be immoral To London and Los Angeles. A house in Iceland was my heart's domain ; You've cooked my goose ; My head is just a hat place ; I try to hide in vain ; I'm not afraid of my own creation ; I am too drunk with beauty ; I heard somebody whisper, "please adore me" ; The world was younger than I Mount Olympus to Mount Zion. Unrequited love's a bore ; Is your figure less than Greek? ; All at once I owned the earth and sky ; Caring too much is such a juvenile fancy ; And now I know I was naïve ; To write I used to think was wasting ink ; Wait till you feel the warmth of her glance ; Nobody writes his songs to me ; And yet I was untrue to none of them
