My grandfather had told me a story of a guy he knew in must of been the 50's or 60's and this guy was an up and coming musician. And the guy was on his way to being a star. So one night this guy was on the road and at a hotel and some mob guys came to his room. They wanted him to sign a contract giving them lots of his royalties or something and he refused and my grandfather said he never became a star and they stopped playing his music on the radio.


I've walked along the red canal of mars
I've known kings and king makers
Poets painters and paupers
I've danced danced on the rings of Saturn
Still your pilgrim soul is the only thing that ever mattered