My Sweet Lord, Hallelujah. My, My Lord,

I Am Part Of The Cycle, Rebirth Death, Rebirth Death, Rebirth Death.

So It's The Unwinding Of Your Nervous System. The Corresponding Experience To What Winds You Up Comes Out In Your Dreams. To Write A Song Then, Even One Like Don't Bother Me, Helps To Get Rid Of Some Subconscious Burden. Writing A Song Is Like Going To Confession.

The Whole Point To Being Here, Really, Is To Figure A Way To Get Out.

As Far As I'm Concerned, There Won't Be A Beatles Reunion As Long As John Lennon Remains Dead.

I'm Grateful To Myself And Those Closest To Me Me For Having Given Me That Non-material Base That Means I'm A Happy Man, One Who Doesn't Have To Compete Or Engineer Projects He Doesn't Have His Heart In.