I'm A Capricorn, And They Flower Late.

My Father Belonged To A Commune, And The Food Was Ghastly. My Idea Of Food Hell Is The Salad Cream They'd Pour All Over Bits Of Lettuce, Cucumber And Tomato. It Was Just Disgusting.

I Don't Like The Compression On Compact Discs. It's Lacking In Air, And It's Lacking In Majesty.

I Wish People Didn't Just Think Of Me In The '60s. I'm Not Any Era.

I'm A Capricorn, And They Flower Late.

I Know For A Fact That Heaven And Hell Are Here On Earth.