I'm A Freakin' Artist, Man, Not A

All Kids Draw And Write Poetry And Everything, And Some Of Us Last Until We're About Eighteen, But Most Drop Off At About Twelve When Some Guy Comes Up And Says, "you're No Good." That's All We Get Told All Our Lives. "you Haven't Got The Ability. You're A Cobbler." It Happened To All Of Us, But If Somebody Had Told Me All My Life, "yeah, You're A Great Artist," I Would Have Been A More Secure Person.

Imagine No Possessions; I Wonder If You Can.

It Was My Fat Elvis Period. I Was Eating And Drinking Like A Pig. I Was Depressed And I Was Crying Out For Help. It's Real. And I Meant It.

That Radicalism (of The '70s) Was Phony, Really, Because It Was Out Of Guilt. I'd Always Felt Guilty That I Made Money, So I Had To Give It Away Or Lose It. I Don't Mean I Was A Hypocrite. When I Believe, I Believe Right Down To The Roots.

Getting Out Of One Car And Getting Into Another