Staring At The World Through The Bottom

There's Two Or Three Kids Out There Trying To Make Good Music, And The Rest Of Them Sound Like It's Been Strained Through Some Kind Of White Toast Or Something. It All Sounds Just Too Neat And Perfect, With No Surprise To It At All. No Story, No Nothing. It's Like Building Cars, Like An Assembly Line. It Doesn't Sound Like Anything That Came From A Guitar.

At My Age, I Don't Buy But A Half A Loaf Of Bread, You Know?

It's Easier To Force Feed People Than It Is To Give 'em What They Want. It Makes More Money.

I Just Follow My Nose, And Instead Of Letting Someone Run My Affairs And Probably Make Me Wealthy Within A Matter Of Years, I've Just Kept The Board Of Directors Down To Zero. I Make All The Decisions, And They Can't All Be Right, And My Lifestyle Is Very Expensive, So That Means I Have To Work A Lot. It's The Opposite Side Of The Coin From Sinking Back Into The Recliner And Becoming Somebody They Bury.

There's Two Kind Of Cherries, And Two Kind Of Fairies, And Two Kind Of Mothers I'm Told.