No Longer Riding On The Merry-go-round, I

No Short-haired, Yellow-bellied, Son Of Tricky Dicky Is Gonna Mother Hubbard Soft Soap Me With Just A Pocketful Of Soap.

Songwriting Is Like ... Being Possessed. You Try To Go To Sleep But The Song Won't Let You.

There Are A Lot Of People Walking Around With Long Hair Now And Some Trendy Middle Class Kids In Pretty Clothes. But Nothing Changed Except That We All Dressed Up A Bit, Leaving The Same Bastards Running Everything.

Yeah We All Shine On, Like The Moon, And The Stars, And The Sun.

I've Never Met Anybody Who's Had A Flashback In My Life And I Took Millions Of Trips In The Sixties, And I've Never Met Anybody Who Had Any Problem. I've Had Bad Trips, But I've Had Bad Trips In Real Life. I've Had A Bad Trip On A Joint. I Can Get Paranoid Just Sitting In A Restaurant; I Don't Have To Take Anything.