What Did Christ Really Do? He Hung

Life Is Just A Bag Of Pot.

Look, You're Here To See Me, And I Can't Go On Until My Dealer Is Here, And He's Waiting To Be Paid, So Give Me Some Money So I Can Fix Up, And Then You'll Get Your Show.

I Don't Get My Bliss By Listening Over And Over To People In The Street Thinking, "boy, Is It That Good?" Even Though Every Time I Hear It That's What I Think. But I Get It In Human Situations. There Is This Little Voice That Is Going, "the Reason You're Able To Enjoy Your Life Now Is That You Made It In Rock'n'roll And People Are Giving You Free Visas All Over The Place. Dude, You Are Being Spoiled".

I Thought, "wow, It Sounds Really Stoned Anyway." It Sounded Good To Me. I Found Out That There Was A Lot In There. What All This Comes Down To Is I Was Just Trying To Get In Touch With Myself. And I Met Some Interesting People In New York Who Weren't In Show Business. I Even Got To Know My Dentist.

Living In England Was Wonderfully Civil And Easy-going.