Imagine All The People Living Life In

Going To America Increased The Build Up On Me, Especially As The War Was Going On There. In A Way We'd Turned Out To Be A Trojan Horse. The 'fab Four' Moved Right To The Top And Then Sang About Drugs And Sex And Then I Got Into More And More Heavy Stuff And That's When They Started Dropping Us.

We Gave Up Everything Just To Sit At Your Table.

There Is An Alternative To War. It's Staying In Bed And Growing Your Hair.

Somehow The Revolutionaries Must Approach The Workers Because The Workers Won't Approach Them. But It's Difficult To Know Where To Start; We've All Got A Finger In The Dam. The Problem For Me Is That As I Have Become More Real, I've Grown Away From Most Working-class People.

We Had One Thing In Common - We Were In Love. But Love Is Just A Gift, And It Doesn't Answer Everything And It's Like A Precious Plant That You Have To Nurture And Look After And All That.