If The Beatles Or The 60's Had

Nothing Happened In The Sixties Except That We All Dressed Up.

I Can't Remember Anything Without A Sadness So Deep That It Hardly Becomes Known To Me, So Deep That Its Tears Leave Me A Spectator Of My Own Stupidity.

Part Of Me Suspects That I'm A Loser, And The Other Part Of Me Thinks I'm God Almighty.

It Was Like Being In The Eye Of A Hurricane. You'd Wake Up In A Concert And Think, Wow, How Did I Get Here?

It Was Very Romantic. It's All In The Song, The Ballad Of John And Yoko. If You Want To Know How It Happened, It's In There. Gibraltar Was Like A Little Sunny Dream. I Couldn't Find A White Suit -​ I Had Sort Of Off-white Corduroy Trousers And A White Jacket. Yoko Had All White On.