Sweet Head, Give You Sweet Head.

The Underground Went Really Underground. Grand Funk, And All These People Man Are The Moderate's Choice Of Music. Underground Is Yoko Ono, The Black Poets. These People Scare The Hell Out Of Most Freaks. They Laugh At Yoko Ono, But It's The Whole Cliché.

Sometimes You Stumble Across A Few Chords That Put You In A Reflective Place.

I Guess, People Like Myself And Roxy Music That Had A Different Agenda About Taking Up Music.

This Ain't Rock 'n' Roll. This Is Genocide!

There, In The Chords And Melodies, Is Everything I Want To Say. The Words Just Jolly It Along. It's Always Been My Way Of Expressing What For Me Is Inexpressible By Any Other Means.