I'm A Very Vicious Critic Of Myself.

People In Every Direction No Words Exchanged No Time To Exchange And All The Little Ants Are Marching Red And Black Antennas Waving They All Do It The Same We All Do It The Same Way

Dark Clouds May Hang On Me Sometimes, But I'll Work It Out.

We Have To Be Active About Kindness And About Peace. I've Always Fantasized That It Would Be Great If There Was A Department Of Peace.

Leave The Big Door Open, Everyone'll Come Around.

Good Music Is Good Music, And Everything Else Can Go To Hell.