Tell The Truth And Make It Rhyme

All Kids Draw And Write Poetry And Everything, And Some Of Us Last Until We're About Eighteen, But Most Drop Off At About Twelve When Some Guy Comes Up And Says, "you're No Good." That's All We Get Told All Our Lives. "you Haven't Got The Ability. You're A Cobbler." It Happened To All Of Us, But If Somebody Had Told Me All My Life, "yeah, You're A Great Artist," I Would Have Been A More Secure Person.

The First Drugs I Ever Took, I Was Still At Art School, With The Group - We All Took It Together - Was Benzedrine From The Inside Of An Inhaler.

In 'lucy In The Sky With Diamonds' I Was Visualizing Alice In Wonderland, An Image Of This Female Who Would Come And Save Me - A Girl With Kaleidoscope Eyes Who Would Be The Real Love Of My Life. Lucy Turned Out To Be Yoko.

For A Long Time I Wasn't Listening To Music, To The Rock And Roll Stuff On The Radio, Because It Would Cause Me To Get Sweaty. It Would Bring Back Memories I Didn't Want To Know About, Or I Would Get That Feeling That I'm Not Alive 'cause I'm Not Making It. And If It Was Good, I Hated It 'cause I Wasn't Doing It. And If It Was Bad, I Was Furious 'cause I Could've Done It Better.

You Don't Need Anybody To Tell You Who You Are Or What You Are. You Are What You Are!