"Stop callin stop callin I don't wanna think anymore. I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor. Stop callin stop callin I don't wanna talk anymore. I left my head and my heart on the dancefloor. My telephone. M-m-m-my telephone. Cuz I'm out in the club and I'm sippin that bub AND YOU'RE NOT GONNA REACH MY TELEPHONE."
" Future years will never know the seething hell and the black infernal background of countless minor scenes and interiors, (not the official surface courteousness of the Generals, not the few great battles) of the Secession war; and it is best they should notï¿½the real war will never get in the books." ~ Walt Whitman