Why Should The Beatles Give More? Didn't

I Dream In Colour, And Its Always Very Surreal. My Dream World Is Complete Hieronymus Bosch And Dali. I Love It, I Look Forward To It Every Night

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.

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.

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.

Guilt For Being Rich, And Guilt Thinking That Perhaps Love And Peace Isn't Enough And You Have To Go And Get Shot Or Something.