I Once Asked [john] Lennon What He

I Guess A Certain Contingent Of The Musicians In London At The Beginning Of The '70s Were Fed Up With Denim And The Hippies. And I Think We Kind Of Wanted To Go Somewhere Else.

Rebel, Rebel, You've Torn Your Dress. Rebel, Rebel, Your Face Is A Mess. Rebel, Rebel, How Could They Know? Hot Tramp, I Love You So.

I Can Ask For Cigarettes In Every Language

I Heard The News Today, Oh Boy.

I'm Regarded Quite Asexually By A Lot Of People. And The People That Understand Me The Best Are Nearer To What I Understand About Me.