Reality Leaves A Lot To The Imagination.

We All Been Playing Those Mind Games Forever, Some Kinda Druid Dudes Lifting The Veil, Doing The Mind Guerrilla, Some Call It Magic The Search For The Grail. Love Is The Answer And You Know That For Sure, Love Is A Flower You Got To Let It Grow...

In The Two Books I Wrote, Even Though They Were Written In A Sort Of Joycean Gobbledegook, There's Many Knocks At Religion And There Is A Play About A Worker And A Capitalist. I've Been Satirising The System Since My Childhood. I Used To Write Magazines In School And Hand Them Around.

A Working Class Hero Is Something To Be.

We Thought Being Offered The M.b.e. [member Of The Order Of The British Empire] Was As Funny As Everybody Else Thought It Was. Why? What For? We Didn't Believe It. It Was A Part We Didn't Want. We All Met And Agreed It Was Daft.

When I Hold You In My Arms And I Feel My Finger On Your Trigger I Know No One Can Do Me No Harm Because Happiness Is A Warm Gun.