Pools Of Sorrow. Waves Of Joy.

I Put Things Down On Sheets Of Paper And Stuff Them In My Pockets. When I Have Enough, I Have A Book.

It Just Was A Gradual Development Over The Years. I Mean Last Year Was 'all You Need Is Love.' This Year, It's 'all You Need Is Love And Peace, Baby.' Give Peace A Chance, And Remember Love. The Only Hope For Us Is Peace. Violence Begets Violence. You Can Have Peace As Soon As You Like If We All Pull Together. You're All Geniuses, And You're All Beautiful. You Don't Need Anyone To Tell You Who You Are. You Are What You Are. Get Out There And Get Peace, Think Peace, And Live Peace And Breathe Peace, And You'll Get It As Soon As You Like.

There Were Very Few Real Folk Singers You Know, Though I Liked Dominic Behan A Bit And There Was Some Good Stuff To Be Heard In Liverpool. Just Occasionally You Hear Very Old Records On The Radio Or Tv Of Real Workers In Ireland Or Somewhere Singing These Songs And The Power Of Them Is Fantastic.

Sitting In An English Garden Waiting For The Sun If The Sun Don't Come You Get A Tan From Standing In The English Rain.

The Establishment Will Irritate You - Pull Your Beard, Flick Your Face - To Make You Fight. Because Once They've Got You Violent, Then They Know How To Handle You. The Only Thing They Don't Know How To Handle Is Non-violence And Humor.