Jim Colyer

John Lennon's morbid lyrics show a preoccupation with death. http://jimcolyer.com/papers/entry?id=61

MJ is a freak from hell.

The old fart is 84 and looks 184. He reminds me of The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

I wrote Phoenix for the death list to show you can rise from the ashes. PHOENIX Get yourself together You know it's not too late You can still climb your mountain You can still beat your fate They tried to bury you The thought that you were dead Don't let 'em worry you Get it outta your head Phoenix, Phoenix Phoenix, Phoenix Rising from the ashes Of the dreams that never came Looking for the answers To the questions you have raised Don't try to folllow them Leave them all behind You're flying over them Get it outta your mind Phoenix, Phoenix Phoenix, Phoenix Keep on flying Don't stop trying Keep on flying like me Be free..You can be free You can surmount your problems make it to higher ground Spread your wings and fly away Don't let 'em hold you down They tried to bury you They thought that you were dead Don't let 'em worry you Get it outta your head Phoenix, Phoenix Phoenix, Phoenix