I Never Surf (the Net). I Don't

Throughout Much Of Our Lives, Our Association With The Temporary Has Risen. This Transitory Body, A Sack Of Bones And Flesh, Is Considered Erroneously As Our True Body And We Have Accepted This Temporary Condition As Conclusive.

I'd Like To Think That All The Old Beatle Fans Have Grown Up And They've Got Married And They've All Got Kids And They're All More Responsible, But They Still Have A Space In Their Hearts For Us.

If I Had Half A Chance, I'd Put Acid In The Government's Tea.

No-one Knows What I Do In My Private, Spare Time, So I Don't See Why Anyone Would Assume I'm Celibate Or Somehow Turning Into A Garboesque Character.

I Am Part Of The Cycle, Rebirth Death, Rebirth Death, Rebirth Death.