I Wanna Hold Your Gland.

And, Because My Role In Society - Or Any Artist Or Poet's Role - Is To Try To Express What We All Feel. Not To Tell People How To Feel, Not As A Preacher, Not As A Leader, But As A Reflection Of Us All. And It's Like That's The Job Of The Artist In Society, Not To...they're Not Some Alienated Being Living On The Outskirts Of Town. It's Fine To Live On The Outskirts Of Town, But Artists Must Reflect What We All Are. … If That's Taken It Too Much On Meself, I Feel That Artists Are That - They're Reflections Of Society... Mirrors.

Images Of Broken Light Which Dance Before Me Like A Million Eyes They Call Me On And On Across The Universe Thoughts Meander Like A Restless Wind Inside A Letter Box They Tumble Blindly As They Make Their Way Across The Universe

The Establishment Will Irritate You - Pull Your Beard, Flick Your Face - To Make You Fight. Because Once They've Got You Violent, Then They Know How To Handle You. The Only Thing They Don't Know How To Handle Is Non-violence And Humor.

People Think The Beatles Know What's Going On. We Don't. We're Just Doing It.

He Laid It On George, Me And Our Wives Without Telling Us At A Dinner Party At His House. He Was A Friend Of George's, And Our Dentist At The Time. He Just Put It In Our Coffee Or Something. He Didn't Know What It Was, It Was Just, 'it's All The Thing,' With The Middle-class London Swingers. They Had All Heard About It And Didn't Know It Was Different From Pot Or Pills. And They Gave It To Us, And He Was Saying, 'i Advise You Not To Leave,' And We Thought He Was Trying To Keep Us For An Orgy In His House And We Didn't Want To Know.