Life Is What Happens While You Are

I Can't Remember Anything Without A Sadness So Deep That It Hardly Becomes Known To Me, So Deep That Its Tears Leave Me A Spectator Of My Own Stupidity.

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.

I Think The Music Reflects The State That The Society Is In. It Doesn't Suggest The State. I Think The Poets And Musicians And Artists Are Of The Age - Not Only Do They Lead The Age On, But They Also Reflect That Age. [...] Like The Beatles. We Came Out Of Liverpool And We Reflected Our Background And We Reflected Our Thoughts In What We Sang, And That's All People Are Doing.

Please Don’t Spoil My Day; I’m Miles Away And, After All, I’m Only Sleeping.

There Were Very Few Real Folk Singers You Know, Though I Liked Dominic Behan A Bit And There Was Some Good Stuff To Be Heard In Liverpool. Just Occasionally You Hear Very Old Records On The Radio Or Tv Of Real Workers In Ireland Or Somewhere Singing These Songs And The Power Of Them Is Fantastic.