Tame Birds Sing Of Freedom. Wild Birds

No Short-haired, Yellow-bellied, Son Of Tricky Dicky Is Gonna Mother Hubbard Soft Soap Me With Just A Pocketful Of Soap.

Speaking As Somebody Who's Been In The Drug Scene, It's Not Something You Can Go On And On Doing, You Know. It's Like Drink, Or Anything, You've Got To Come To Terms With It. You Know, Like Too Much Food, Or Too Much Anything. You've Got To Get Out Of It. You're Left With Yourself All The Time, Whatever You Do--you Know, Meditation, Drugs Or Anything. But You've Got To Get Down To Your Own God And Your Own Temple In Your Head.

There Is No Problem Only Solutions

Half Of What I Say Is Meaningless, But I Say It Just To Reach You.

I Want It To Sound Like An Orange.