I Just Said What I Said And

Laurel And Hardy. That's John And Yoko, And We Stand A Better Chance Under That Guise, Because All The Serious People, Like Martin Luther King, And Kennedy, And Gandhi, Got Shot.

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.

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.

And So This Is Christmas...what Have You Done?

I've Got Used To The Fact -​ Just About -​ That Whatever I Do Is Going To Be Compared To The Other Beatles. If I Took Up Ballet Dancing, My Ballet Dancing Would Be Compared With Paul (mccartney)'s Bowling.