Paul And I Know Each Other On

Images Of Broken Light Which Dance Before Me Like A Million Eyes They Call Me On And On Across The Universe Thoughts Meander Like A Restless Wind Inside A Letter Box They Tumble Blindly As They Make Their Way Across The Universe

I Put Things Down On Sheets Of Paper And Stuff Them In My Pockets. When I Have Enough, I Have A Book.

I'll Give You Everything I've Got For A Little Peace Of Mind

I Go To Restaurants And The Groups Always Play "yesterday." I Even Signed A Guy's Violin In Spain After He Played Us "yesterday." He Couldn't Understand That I Didn't Write The Song. But I Guess He Couldn't Have Gone From Table To Table Playing "i Am The Walrus.

Happiness Is A Warm Gun Not About Heroin. A Gun Magazine Was Sitting There With A Smoking Gun On The Cover And An Article That I Never Read Inside Called 'happiness Is A Warm Gun.' I Took It Right From There. I Took It As The Terrible Idea Of Just Having Shot Some Animal.