I Wanted To Be Successful, Not Famous.

There Was This Big Skiffle Craze Happening For A While In England.... Everybody Was In A Skiffle Group..all You Needed Was An Acoustic Guitar, A Washboard With Thimbles For Percussion, And A Tea-chest- You Know, The Ones They Used To Ship Tea From India- And You Just Put A Broom Handle On It And A Bit Of String, And You Had A Bass..you Only Needed Two Chords; Jing-jinga-jing Jing-jinga-jing Jing-jinga-jing Jing-jinga-jing. And I Think That's Basically Where I've Always Been At. I'm Just A Skiffler, You Know. Now I Do Posh Skiffle, That's All It Is.

People Are Simply Screwing Up When They Go Out And Buy Beef Steak, Which Is Killing Them With Cancer And Heart Troubles. The Stuff Costs A Fortune Too. You Could Feed A Thousand People With Lentil Soup For The Cost Of Half A Dozen Filets. Does That Make Sense?

The Microscopes That Magnified The Tears, Studied Warts And All. Still Life Flows On.

Badfinger Was Pretty Good. It Was A Very Sad Story, Though, Because The Guy, He Ended Up Killing Himself, Pete Ham, Who Was A Lovely Fellow, He Was A Good Guitar Player And A Great Singer, He Wrote, The Most Famous Tune I Would Imagine Is "without You", You Know The Harry Nilsson Record.

We'll Keep On Being Re-born Because For The Law Of Action And Reaction: "what-so-ever A Man Soweth, That Shall He Also Reap;" You Reap When You Come Back In Your Next Birth, What You've Sown In Your Previous Incarnation, That's Why I'm Me And You're You And He's Him And We Are All Whoever We Are.