A Very Merry Christmas And A Happy

Control Yourself. You'll Spurt.

That Radicalism (of The '70s) Was Phony, Really, Because It Was Out Of Guilt. I'd Always Felt Guilty That I Made Money, So I Had To Give It Away Or Lose It. I Don't Mean I Was A Hypocrite. When I Believe, I Believe Right Down To The Roots.

Everybody Seems To Think I'm Lazy I Don't Mind, I Think They're Crazy. Running Everywhere At Such A Speed Till They Find There's No Need.

There's Nowhere You Can Be That Isn't Where You're Meant To Be.

I'd Spent Five Hours That Morning Trying To Write A Song That Was Meaningful And Good, And I Finally Gave Up And Lay Down. Then, "nowhere Man" Came, Words And Music, The Whole Damn Thing, As I Lay Down...song Writing Is About Getting The Demon Out Of Me. It's Like Being Possessed. You Try To Go To Sleep, But The Song Won't Let You. So You Have To Get Up And Make It Into Something, And Then You're Allowed Sleep.