I Have Tried My Hand At Bribery,

There's Enough Songs For People To Listen To, If They Want To Listen To Songs. For Every Man, Woman And Child On Earth, They Could Be Sent, Probaby, Each Of Them, A Hundred Records, And Never Be Repeated. There's Enough Songs. Unless Someone's Gonna Come Along With A Pure Heart And Has Something To Say. That's A Different Story.

You Say You're Looking For Someone Who'll Pick You Up Each Time You Fall, To Gather Flowers Constantly And To Come Each Time You Call, A Lover Your Life And Nothing More. But It Ain't Me, Babe.

Look At The Sun Sinkin' Like A Ship. Ain't That Just Like My Heart, Babe. When You Kissed My Lips?

For Them That Must Obey Authority/that They Do Not Respect In Any Degree/who Despise Their Jobs, Their Destinies/speak Jealously Of Them That Are Free

The Truth Was Obscure, Too Profound And Too Pure, To Live It You Had To Explode