Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream.

I need the money. People don&#39;t understand how little money you make in a band.

Some times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards

If we&#39;re going to spend a lot of money to deal with the problem of 200 million guns in the country owned by 65 million gun owners, we ought to have a system which will work and catch criminals.

Written By John Dingell

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