My Mom Was A Saint. She Taught

Nobody Understands Me, I'm Really Sensitive.

The More Walking-around Money I Have, The Less I Walk Around.

In 1965, When Great Young White Artists In The English-speaking World Were Successfully Re-channeling Hillbilly And Black Music - You Know Bob Dylan, Ray Davies, Pete Townsend, Keith Richards - They Didn't Get Any Money At First. They Were All Broke.

I Never Had A Checkbook. It Used To Be Cash In Hand, Stuff In The Pocket, Or A Manager Would Keep Some Accounts And Give Me Money. I Started To Wonder What It Must Feel Like To Actually Make A Profit, Pay Taxes, And To Have A Phone Listing, And A Manager. And Also, I Was Sick Of Sleeping Around Every Night.

I Kinda Feel Like Everything Comes Full Circle In Life, Even Though That's A Cliche.