If I'm Censoring For Anyone, It's For

An Artist Needs A Certain Amount Of Turmoil And Confusion.

I Hate Show Business.

I'd Had A Rough Childhood.

I Came Upon A Child Of God, He Was Walking Along The Road And I Asked Him, Where Are You Going And This He Told Me: "i'm Going On Down To Yasgur's Farm I'm Going To Join In A Rock 'n' Roll Band I'm Going To Camp Out On The Land, I'm Going To Try An' Get My Soul Free.

You've Got To Shake Your Fists At Lightning Now, You've Got To Roar Like Forest Fire You've Got To Spread Your Light Like Blazes All Across The Sky They're Going To Aim The Hoses On You, Show 'em You Won't Expire Not Till You Burn Up Every Passion, Not Even When You Die Come On Now, You've Got To Try, If You're Feeling Contempt, Well Then You Tell It If You're Tired Of The Silent Night, Jesus, Well Then You Yell It Condemned To Wires And Hammers, Strike Every Chord That You Feel That Broken Trees And Elephant Ivories Conceal