People Talking Without Speaking,/ People Listening Without

These Are The Days Of Lasers In The Jungle, Staccato Signals Of Constant Information.

They've Got A Wall In China, It's A Thousand Miles Long. To Keep Out The Foreigners, They Made It Strong. And I've Got A Wall Around Me, You Can't Even See.

It Was The Year Of The Beatles, It Was The Year Of The Stones, It Was 1964.

I Like Them All. They're All Pictures Of Me When I Wrote Them. I Have No Favorite Songs.

I Am Just A Poor Boy, Though My Story's Seldom Told, And I Have Squandered My Resistance, For A Pocket Full Of Mumbles, Such Are Promises. All Lies In Jest, Still A Man Hears What He Wants To Hear And Disregards The Rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...