The Greek Word For Christ

Once I Chanted The Hare Krishna Mantra All The Way From France To Portugal, Nonstop. I Drove For About Twenty-three Hours And Chanted All The Way. It Gets You Feeling A Bit Invincible. The Funny Thing Was That I Didn't Even Know Where I Was Going. I Mean I Had Bought A Map, And I Knew Basically Which Way I Was Aiming, But I Couldn't Speak French, Spanish, Or Portuguese. But None Of That Seemed To Matter. You Know, Once You Get Chanting, Then Things Start To Happen Transcendentally.

A Mind That Wants To Wander Around A Corner Is An Un-wise Mind. Now, Is, Be Here Now.

It Was Daylight And I Drove Everyone Home - I Was Driving A Mini With John And Cynthia And Pattie In It. I Seem To Remember We Were Doing Eighteen Miles An Hour And I Was Really Concentrating - Because Some Of The Time I Just Felt Normal And Then, Before I Knew Where I Was, It Was All Crazy Again. Anyway, We Got Home Safe And Sound, And Somewhere Down The Line John And Cynthia Got Home. I Went To Bed And Lay There For, Like, Three Years.

We First Got Marijuana From An Older Drummer With Another Group In Liverpool. We Didn't Actually Try It Until After We'd Been To Hamburg. I Remember We Smoked It In The Band Room In A Gig In Southport And We All Learnt To Do The Twist That Night, Which Was Popular At The Time. We Were All Seeing If We Could Do It. Everybody Was Saying, 'this Stuff Isn't Doing Anything.' It Was Like That Old Joke Where A Party Is Going On And Two Hippies Are Up Floating On The Ceiling, And One Is Saying To The Other, 'this Stuff Doesn't Work, Man.'

Let Me Tell You How It Will Be. There's One For You, Nineteen For Me. Cause I'm The Taxman.