The Sun Machine Is Coming Down, And

And I Think My Spaceship Knows Which Way To Go.

I'm Afraid Of Americans; I'm Afraid Of The World; I'm Afraid I Can't Help It.

I Can't Keep My Fingers Out Of Any Pies.

It's Odd But Even When I Was A Kid, I Would Write About 'old And Other Times' As Though I Had A Lot Of Years Behind Me. Now I Do, So There Is A Difference In The Weight Of Memory.

I'm Wary Of The Word Glam Because I Think That Became The All-inclusive Term With For Any Bloke With Lipstick On, Which Is Fine, You Know, And That's What It Is When It Comes Down To The Public Level.