We Are All Christ And Hitler. Yoko

The Dream Is Over. I Gotta Get Down To Reality. The Good Old Days Is Garbage.

Songwriting Is About Getting The Demon Out Of Me. It's Like Being Possessed. You Try To Go To Sleep, But The Song Won't Let You. So You Have To Get Up And Make It Into Something, And Then You're Allowed To Sleep. It's Always In The Middle Of The Night, Or You're Half-awake Or Tired, When Your Critical Faculties Are Switched Off. So Letting Go Is What The Whole Game Is. Every Time You Try To Put Your Finger On It, It Slips Away. You Turn On The Lights And The Cockroaches Run Away. You Can Never Grasp Them...

Make Your Own Dream .i Can't Wake You Up. You Can Wake You Up. I Can't Cure You. You Can Cure You.

And So This Is Christmas; And What Have We Done? Another Year Over; A New One Just Begun; And So Happy Christmas; I Hope You Have Fun; The Near And The Dear Ones; The Old And The Young.

There Is No Denying That We Are Still Living In The Capitalist World. I Think That In Order To Survive And To Change The World, You Have To Take Care Of Yourself First. You Have To Survive Yourself.