Life Is Just A Bag Of Pot.

And For So Long, I Had Thought If I Was Going To Write A Song, Or Get "into" Something, I Had To At Least Smoke A Joint Or Something. And That Didn't Work Anymore. Once I Was Fairly Well Cleaned Out, Even A Little Bit Of A Drug Getting Into My Work Threw Me Off Kilter.

The Most Successful Stuff Is Sold To You As Indispensable Social Information. The Message In The Music Is, 'we Are Terribly, Terribly Slick And Suave, And If You Listen To Us, You Can Probably Get A Leg Up In Society, Too.'

The More Walking-around Money I Have, The Less I Walk Around.

I Spent Most Of The Eighties, Most Of My Life, Riding Around In Somebody Else's Car, In Possession Of, Or Ingested Of, Something Illegal, On My Way From Something Illegal To Something Illegal With Many Illegal Things Happening All Around Me

I Feel A Great Comfort And Relief Knowing That There Are Others Who Lived And Died And Thought And Fought So Long Ago; I Feel Less Tyrannized By The Present Day.