I Just Don't Hear Anyone Else Making

Bent Out Of Shape From Society's Pliers, Cares Not To Come Up Any Higher, But Rather Get You Down In The Hole That He's In.

The Only Person You Have To Think About Lying Twice To Is Either Yourself Or To God. The Press Isn't Either Of Them. And I Just Figured They're Irrelevant.

Despite Everybody Who Has Been Born And Has Died, The World Has Just Gone On. I Mean, Look At Napoleon -but We Went Right On. Look At Harpo Marx -the World Went Around, It Didn't Stop For A Second. It's Sad But True. John Kennedy, Right?

Opportunities May Come Along For You To Convert Something -something That Exists Into Something That Didn't Yet. That Might Be The Beginning Of It. Sometimes You Just Want To Do Things Your Way, Want To See For Yourself What Lies Behind The Misty Curtain. It's Not Like You See Songs Approaching And Invite Them In. It's Not That Easy. You Want To Write Songs That Are Bigger Than Life. You Want To Say Something About Strange Things That Have Happened To You, Strange Things You Have Seen. You Have To Know And Understand Something And Then Go Past The Vernacular.

The One Who Is Not Being Born Is Dying.