The World Went Mad And Used Us

Sometimes You Wonder, I Mean Really Wonder. I Know We Make Our Own Reality, And We Always Have A Choice, But How Much Is Preordained? Is There Always A Fork In The Road, And Are There Two Preordained Paths That Are Equally Preordained? There Could Be Hundreds Of Paths Where One Could Go This Way Or That Way -- There's A Chance, And It's Very Strange Sometimes.

When I Was 5 Years Old, My Mother Always Told Me That Happiness Was The Key To Life.

All Music Is Rehash. There Are Only A Few Notes. Just Variations On A Theme. Try To Tell The Kids In The Seventies Who Were Screaming To The Bee Gees That Their Music Was Just The Beatles Redone. There Is Nothing Wrong With The Bee Gees.

Come Together, Right Now.

All Kids Draw And Write Poetry And Everything, And Some Of Us Last Until We're About Eighteen, But Most Drop Off At About Twelve When Some Guy Comes Up And Says, "you're No Good." That's All We Get Told All Our Lives. "you Haven't Got The Ability. You're A Cobbler." It Happened To All Of Us, But If Somebody Had Told Me All My Life, "yeah, You're A Great Artist," I Would Have Been A More Secure Person.