I Don't Mind Looking To

Strawberry Fields Is Anywhere You Want To Go

Everything Is As Important As Everything Else.

Images Of Broken Light Which Dance Before Me Like A Million Eyes They Call Me On And On Across The Universe Thoughts Meander Like A Restless Wind Inside A Letter Box They Tumble Blindly As They Make Their Way Across The Universe

Mostly Folk Music Is People With Fruity Voices Trying To Keep Alive Something Old And Dead. It's All A Bit Boring, Like Ballet: A Minority Thing Kept Going By A Minority Group.

I'm Not Saying We're Better Or Greater, Or Comparing Us With Jesus Christ As A Person, Or God As A Thing, Or Whatever It Is. I Just Said What I Said, And It Was Wrong, Or It Was Taken Wrong. And Now It's All This.