You Hurt The Ones That I Love

Each One Of Them Suffering From The Failures Of Their Day, With Strings Of Guilt They Tried Hard To Guide Us.

I Just Don't Hear Anyone Else Making The Music I'm Making In My Head, So I'll Have To Do It Myself.

She Took Off Her Wheel, Took Off Her Bell, Took Off Her Wig, Said, How Do I Smell? I Hot Footed It Barenaked Out The Window.

When I Was Growing Up - Say In The Fifties - The Thirties To Me Didn't Even Exist. I Couldn't Even Imagine Them In Any Kind Of Way, So I Don't Expect Anyone Growing Up Now Is Gonna Even Understand What The Sixties Were All About, Anymore Than I Could The Thirties Or Twenties.

The Real Power Is In The Hands Of Small Groups Of People And I Don't Think They Have Titles.