I Got My First Guitar When I

It Was Bad On Linda. She Had To Deal With This Guy Who Didn't Want To Get Out Of Bed And, If He Did, Wanted To Go Back To Bed Pretty Soon After. He Wanted To Drink Earlier And Earlier Each Day And Didn't Really See The Point In Shaving. I Was Generally Pretty Morbid.

Painting Is Similar To Music. You Get A Couple Or Words Or Notes Or Chords That Excite You, And You Just Follow Them And Add A Bit More And See Where It Takes You. That's The Thrill For Me. It Still Is A Thrill, Which Is Amazing After All This Time.

The Long And Winding Road That Leads To Your Door / Will Never Disappear, / I've Seen That Road Before It Always Leads Me Here, / Leads Me To Your Door.

Will You Still Need Me, Will You Still Feed Me, When I'm Sixty-four?

No One Is Out To Break Your Heart, It Only Seems That Way.