You got to move / You got to move / You got to move, child / You got to move / But when the Lord / Gets ready / You got to move (Mississippi Fred McDowell)

— · — Well, I drove all the way to Monterey for my time tonight / If your name don’t remain with me that’ll be just fine / Oh whiskey, whiskey, how you used to make me feel / I drive this fast car but you’ve got the wheel (Cera Impala)

The streetlights glow / Comes and goes / When the sun comes back / As we all can plainly see / Embracing the situation / Is our only chance to be free / I’ll side with you / If you side with me (Wilco)