You told me don't you look at the sun, it burns your eyes out. I disobeyed and see a man who's going nowhere. He fed me this: you don't got to worry, you're on your feet. Please help me down. I brainstormed and caught up with my friend who's doing fine now. It's been uplifting knowing you all have static sources. I fed him this: man, am I in a hurry to break this chord of our paranoia. And there's no antidote for a petty loaf. I think we've found the lighter side of our friendly host. I don't mean to boast, we can face all this nonsense.