There's A Taste In My Mouth And

The Underground Went Really Underground. Grand Funk, And All These People Man Are The Moderate's Choice Of Music. Underground Is Yoko Ono, The Black Poets. These People Scare The Hell Out Of Most Freaks. They Laugh At Yoko Ono, But It's The Whole Cliché.

And I Think My Spaceship Knows Which Way To Go.

I Don't Think I Did Anything That My Contemporaries Didn't; It Was Just That I Was The Only One Who Talked About It. In The Sixties Anyone Who Had A Sense Of Style Seemed To Be Gay. I Wanted To Indentify With That.

A Career Of Nearly 40 Years, Is Not Very Long.

When I'm Stuck For A Closing To A Lyric, I Will Drag Out My Last Resort: Overwhelming Illogic.