Your Mind Is A Your Temple, Keep

His [bob Dylan] Humour Was Dry And Splendid.

Jesus, That Ear. He Should Donate It To The Smithsonian. Brian Wilson, He Made All His Records With Four Tracks, But You Couldn't Make His Records If You Had A Hundred Tracks Today.

Anger And Jealousy's All That He Sells Us, He's Content When You're Under His Thumb. Madmen Oppose Him, But Your Kindness Throws Him, To Survive It You Play Deaf And Dumb.

What Good Are Fans? You Can't Eat Applause For Breakfast. You Can't Sleep With It.

I Really Don't Like To Hurt Myself. I Have A Good Understanding With All The Women Who Have Been In My Life, Whether I See Them Occasionally Or Not.