Elvis Died The Day He Went Into

I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends.

I Think It's False, Shallow, To Be Giving To Others When Your Own Need Is Great. The Idea Is Not To Comfort People, Not To Make Them Feel Better But To Make Them Feel Worse, To Constantly Put Before Them The Degradations And Humiliations They Go Through To Get What They Call A Living Wage.

They Want To Hold Onto Something They Never Had In The First Place. Anybody Who Claims To Have Some Interest In Me As An Individual Artist Or Even As Part Of The Beatles Has Absolutely Misunderstood Everything I Ever Said If They Can't See Why I'm With Yoko. And If They Can't See That, They Don't See Anything. They're Just Jacking Off To - It Could Be Anybody. Mick Jagger Or Somebody Else. Let Them Go Jack Off To Mick Jagger, Okay? I Don't Need It.

Imagine ... Imagine No Religion.

I Started Being Me About The Songs, Not Writing Objectively, But Subjectively. I Think It Was Dylan Who Helped Me Realize That - Not By Any Discussion Or Anything, But By Hearing His Work.