No Short-haired, Yellow-bellied, Son Of Tricky Dicky

You Better Get Yourself Together, Darling, And Join The Human Race.

Yoko [ono] Was Well Into Liberation Before I Met Her. She'd Had To Fight Her Way Through A Man's World - The Art World Is Completely Dominated By Men - So She Was Full Of Revolutionary Zeal When We Met.

I'd Never Met A Woman I Considered As Intelligent As Me. That Sounds Bigheaded, But Every Woman I Met Was Either A Dolly-chick, Or A Sort Of Screwed-up Intellectual Chick. And Of Course, In The Field I Was In, I Didn't Meet Many Intellectual People Anyway. I Always Had This Dream Of Meeting An Artist, An Artist Girl Who Would Be Like Me. And I Thought It Was A Myth, But Then I Met Yoko And That Was It.

We All Been Playing Those Mind Games Forever, Some Kinda Druid Dudes Lifting The Veil, Doing The Mind Guerrilla, Some Call It Magic The Search For The Grail. Love Is The Answer And You Know That For Sure, Love Is A Flower You Got To Let It Grow...

Going To America Increased The Build Up On Me, Especially As The War Was Going On There. In A Way We'd Turned Out To Be A Trojan Horse. The 'fab Four' Moved Right To The Top And Then Sang About Drugs And Sex And Then I Got Into More And More Heavy Stuff And That's When They Started Dropping Us.