By The Early '70s I Had Gotten

I Believe The Printed Word Is More Than Sacred Beyond The Gauge Of Good Or Bad The Human Right To Let Your Soul Fly Free And Naked Above The Violence Of The Fearful And Sad

For A Heart Without Love Is A Song With No Words And A Tune To Which No One Is Listening So Your Heart Must Give Love And You'll Find That You Shine Like Rain On The Leaves You'll Be Glistening.

We Stole Their Babes And Mothers, Chiefs And Braves Although We Held The Whip, You Knew We Were The Real Slaves To Alchemy, Human Alchemy.

I Don't Like Touring And It Seemed To Be Getting On Top Of Me In A Big Way.

It Was In San Diego And I Was Onstage And Couldn't Remember How To Play The Guitar Properly. I Was In Terrible Pain And My Nervous System Was Just Going Wild, Like Somebody Had Just Run A Car Over Me.