Jimi Hendrix played loud and free, Sergeant Pepper was real to me.

You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.

The literati in their cellarsPerform semantic tarantellas.I wish I did it half as well as them.

Only two to three per cent of an audience is interested in words and pays attention to lyrics; most of the rest of it is about image or the beat or the sound, or else it's a tribal thing - country & western, rap, heavy metal, with historical folk rock off in some kind of cult.

I know there's a big bad world out there, but I rarely come across it.

Do you remember the church across the sands? You stood outside and planned to travel the lands, where the pilgrims go. So you packed your world up inside a canvas sack, set off down the highway with your rings and Kerouac. Someone said they saw you in Nepal a long time back. Tell me why you look away, don't you have a word to say?

Movie queens diffuse into Cinema haze, while libertines read pornozines in street cafes.