I play these [folk acoustic] concerts and I ask myself, 'Would you come see me tonight?' - and I'd have to answer truthfully, 'No, I wouldn't come. I'd rather be doin' something else, really I would. That something else is rock... The words are pictures, and the rock's gonna help me flesh out the colors of the pictures. (1965)

I gotta friend who spends his life, stabbing my picture with a bowie knife. Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when my name comes up he pretends to barf.

They asked me for some collateral and I pulled down my pants.

You can't be happy by doing something groovy.

But I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get stoned.

I thought that he was righteous, but he's vain. Oh, somethings a telling me I wear the ball and chain.

In this age of fiberglass, I'm searching for a gem.