Believe It Or Not, Japanese

There's Something Perverse Isn't There, If You're Playing In Front Of 100,000 People And There's 2000 People Down The Front Who Don't Like, You Think: What Is It That They Don't Like?

There's No Magic For Getting Into The Groove... Just Banging Away At It. Sometimes The Lyrics Come First, Sometimes The Music.

That's Going To Be On My Headstone: 'he Came. He Wrote 'in The Air Tonight.' He... Died.'

Everything Has Added Up To A Load That I'm Getting Tired Of Carrying. It's Gotten So Complicated. It's The Three Failed Marriages, And Having Kids That Grew Up Without Me, And It's The Personal Criticism, Of Being Mr. Nice Guy, Or Of Divorcing My Wife By Fax, All That Stuff, The Journalism, Some Of Which I Find Insulting.

I Can't Play Anywhere Near Like I Used To, And I Was A Hot Drummer. It Doesn't Bother Me, Because Frankly, If You Get To That Point Where You Can't Hold A Drumstick Properly, There Are Many Other Things In Life Which Are Far More Important, Like Cutting A Loaf Of Bread Or A Piece Of Cheese.