There Are Only A Few Notes. Just

I Wouldn't Say I Was A Born Writer; I'm A Born Thinker.

I'd Always Felt Repressed. We Were All So Pressurised That There Was Hardly Any Chance Of Expressing Ourselves, Especially Working At That Rate, Touring Continually And Always Kept In A Cocoon Of Myths And Dreams.

Imagine No Possessions; I Wonder If You Can.

I Really Had A Chip On My Shoulder, ... And It Still Comes Out Every Now And Then.

And So This Is Xmas For Black And For White, For Yellow And Red, Let's Stop All The Fight.