Having A Beard Is Natural.

All The Lonely People, Where Do They All Come From?

Many Years Ago I Was Fishing, And As I Was Reeling In The Poor Fish, I Realised, 'i Am Killing Him - All For The Passing Pleasure It Brings Me'. Something Inside Me Clicked. I Realised As I Watched Him Fight For Breath That His Life Was As Important To Him As Mine Is To Me.

I Think The 'just Say No' Mentality Is So Crazed. I Saw A Thing In A Women's Magazine The Other Day. 'he Smokes Cannabis, What Am I To Do? He Laughs It Off When I Try To Tell Him, He Says It's Not Really Harmful...' Of Course You're Half Hoping The Advice Will Be, 'well, You Know It's Not That Harmful; If You Love Him, If You Talk To Him About It, Tell Him Maybe He Should Keep It In The Garden Shed Or Something,' You Know, A Reasonable Point Of View. But Of Course It Was, 'no, No, All Drugs Are Bad. Librium's Good, Valium's Good. But Cannabis, Ooooh!' I Hate That Unreasoned Attitude.

Sometimes You Write A Song In A Certain Era And It's Got A Certain Kind Of Significance.

And What's The Point Of Changing When I'm Happy As I Am?