Sweet Head, Give You Sweet Head.

That's The Shock: All Cliches Are True. The Years Really Do Speed By. Life Really Is As Short As They Tell You It Is. And There Really Is A God - So Do I Buy That One? If All The Other Cliches Are True... Hell, Don't Pose Me That One.

They're The Salt Of The Earth, Those Girls. They Don't Sit Each Night And Compare Notes On Groups, Criticising Lyrics, Asking If It's Valid. They Just Play The Record... Yeah, And Maybe They Dance. I Love Them. I Love Them Dearly

On The Other Hand, What I Like My Music To Do To Me Is Awaken The Ghosts Inside Of Me. Not The Demons, You Understand, But The Ghosts.

It's A Compulsive Need To Wreck Everything. You Might Notice There's A Pattern Of Stripping Down And Building Back Up Again Throughout My Life. But I Guess That's How Some Of Us Conduct Our Lives.

I Really Floated Around In The '60s, Because I Felt Comfortable With Nothing.