A Working Class Hero Is Something To

New York Is What Paris Was In The Twenties. . . The Center Of The Art World. And We Want To Be In The Center. It's The Greatest Place On Earth. . . I've Got A Lot Of Friends Here And I Even Brought My Own Cash.

Imagine All The People Living Life In Peace.

Mostly Folk Music Is People With Fruity Voices Trying To Keep Alive Something Old And Dead. It's All A Bit Boring, Like Ballet: A Minority Thing Kept Going By A Minority Group.

Nobody Controls Me. I'm Uncontrollable. The Only One Who Can Control Me Is Me, And Even That's Barely Possible.

I Am Going Into An Unknown Future, But I'm Still All Here, And Still While There's Life, There's Hope.