I Don't Miss It. I'm Glad It

We're Playing Those Mind Games Together Pushing The Barriers, Planting Seeds Playing The Mind Guerrilla.

People Asking Questions, Lost In Confusion, Well I Tell Them There's No Problem, Only Solutions.

I'd Spent Five Hours That Morning Trying To Write A Song That Was Meaningful And Good, And I Finally Gave Up And Lay Down. Then, "nowhere Man" Came, Words And Music, The Whole Damn Thing, As I Lay Down...song Writing Is About Getting The Demon Out Of Me. It's Like Being Possessed. You Try To Go To Sleep, But The Song Won't Let You. So You Have To Get Up And Make It Into Something, And Then You're Allowed Sleep.

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.

Nobody Controls Me. I'm Uncontrollable. The Only One Who Can Control Me Is Me, And Even That's Barely Possible.