I’m Not Anything That You Think I

I Was Sleeping In The Woods One Night After A Gig We'd Played Somewhere, When I Saw This Girl Appear Before Me. That Girl Was Emily. (on How He Wrote "see Emily Play") "chapter 24"-that Was From The "i Ching", There Was Someone Around Who Was Very Into That, Most Of The Words Came Straight Off That. "lucifer Sam" Was Another One-it Didn't Mean Much To Me At The Time, But Then Three Or Four Months Later It Came To Mean A Lot.

It's Always Been Too Slow For Me. Playing. The Pace Of Things. I'm A Fast Sprinter. The Trouble Was, After Playing In The Group For A Few Months, I Couldn't Reach That Point.

Well, I'm A Painter, I Was Trained As A Painter. I Seem To Have Spent A Little Less Time Painting Than I Might've Done. But It Didn't Transcend The Feeling Of Playing At Ufo And Those Sort Of Places With The Lights And That, The Fact That The Group Was Getting Bigger And Bigger.

I'm Treading The Backward Path. Mostly, I Just Waste My Time.

There's So Much Around, You Don't Know What To Listen To. All I've Got At Home Is Bo Diddley, Some Stones And Beatles Stuff, And Old Jazz Records.