Make Your Own Dream .i Can't Wake

I Never Listen To The Radio. If It's Bad, I Make Fun Of It, And If It's Good, I Get Jealous That I Didn't Think Of It.

There Are No Problems, Only Solutions.

Now, In The Sixties We Were Naive, Like Children. Everybody Went Back To Their Rooms And Said 'we Didn't Get A Wonderful World Of Just Flowers And Peace And Happy Chocolate, And It Won't Be Just Pretty And Beautiful All The Time,' And Just Like Babies Everyone Went Back To Their Rooms And Sulked. 'we're Going To Stay In Our Rooms And Play Rock And Roll And Not Do Anything Else, Because The World's A Nasty Horrible Place, Because It Didn't Give Us Everything We Cried For.' Right? Crying For It Wasn't Enough.

There Is Nothing Conceptually Better Than Rock 'n' Roll. No Group, Be It Beatles, Dylan Or Stones, Have Ever Improved On Whole Lot Of Shaking For My Money. Or Maybe I'm Like Our Parents: That's My Period And I Dig It And I'll Never Leave It.

I've Never Really Been Wanted.