I like Fidel Castro and his beard.

Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time.

You have to work out where your place is. And who you are. But we're all spirit. That's all we are, we're just walking dressed up in a suit of skin, and we're going to leave that behind.

And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’ But I’ll know my song well before I start singin

There's enough songs for people to listen to, if they want to listen to songs. For every man, woman and child on earth, they could be sent, probaby, each of them, a hundred records, and never be repeated. There's enough songs. Unless someone's gonna come along with a pure heart and has something to say. That's a different story.

Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall.

every pleasure's got an edge of pain, pay your ticket and don't complain