Whatever Gets You Through The Night

Nor Do I Think We Came From Monkeys, By The Waythat's Another Piece Of Garbage. What The Hell's It Based On? We Couldn't've Come From Anything-fish, Maybe, But Not Monkeys. I Don't Believe In The Evolution Of Fish To Monkeys To Men. Why Aren't Monkeys Changing Into Men Now? It's Absolute Garbage. It's Absolutely Irrational Garbage, As Mad As The Ones Who Believe The World Was Made Only Four Thousand Years Ago, The Fundamentalists.

There's No Such Thing As Sculpture Or Art Or Anything, It's Just A Bit Of - It's Just Words, You Know, And Actually Saying Everything Is Art. We're All Art, Art Is Just A Tag, Like A Journalists' Tag, But Artists Believe It.

Images Of Broken Light Which Dance Before Me Like A Million Eyes They Call Me On And On Across The Universe Thoughts Meander Like A Restless Wind Inside A Letter Box They Tumble Blindly As They Make Their Way Across The Universe

I Believe In Everything Until It's Disproved.

He Laid It On George, Me And Our Wives Without Telling Us At A Dinner Party At His House. He Was A Friend Of George's, And Our Dentist At The Time. He Just Put It In Our Coffee Or Something. He Didn't Know What It Was, It Was Just, 'it's All The Thing,' With The Middle-class London Swingers. They Had All Heard About It And Didn't Know It Was Different From Pot Or Pills. And They Gave It To Us, And He Was Saying, 'i Advise You Not To Leave,' And We Thought He Was Trying To Keep Us For An Orgy In His House And We Didn't Want To Know.