Think Globally, Act Locally.

Paul's Last Words To Linda: "you're Up On Your Beautiful Appaloosa Stallion. It's A Fine Spring Day. We're Riding Through The Woods. The Bluebells Are All Out, And The Sky Is Clear-blue".

George Wrote Taxman, And I Played Guitar On It. He Wrote It In Anger At Finding Out What The Taxman Did. He Had Never Known Before Then What Could Happen To Your Money.

My Dad, Bless Him, Was A Musician. And His Dad Had Thought That His Music Was Rubbish.

I Think A Domestic Situation Can Change You And Your Attitudes. I Suppose If You Did Get A Bit Content, Then You Might Not Write Savage Lyrics.

In Liverpool We'd Only Done One-hour Sessions. In Hamburg We Had To Play For Eight Hours. We Played Very Loud, Bang, Bang, All The Time. The Germans Loved It.