I Used To Go Round To Aunt

I Got My First Guitar When I Was 15, And I Just Used To Fool About With It, More Or Less, As Time Went By, Though, I Got More Interested.

Domesticity Is The Enemy Of Art. I Don't Know If That's True. You Can Write Good Happy Songs. So, I Don't Think It's Necessarily Happiness. But I Think Self-satisfaction Is Maybe The Enemy. It's Kind Of Better To Think, "tomorrow Night I'm Gonna Sing It Better." There Is This Forward Effort. It Feels To Me Right, It Feels Human.

Take These Broken Wings And Learn To Fly.

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.

I Think Globally And Act Locally.