Nothing Happened In The Sixties Except That

We Were Always Going To Dump Him When We Found A Decent Drummer.

How Poetry Comes To The Poet Is A Mystery.

I Believe Time Wounds All Heels.

A Working Class Hero Is Something To Be.

When Somebody Is Angry With Us, We Draw A Halo Around His Or Her Head, In Our Minds. Does The Person Stop Being Angry Then? Well, We Don't Know! We Know, Though, That When We Draw A Halo Around A Person, Suddenly The Person Starts To Look Like An Angel To Us.