Hold it, Doc, a world war passed through my brain. He said, Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane.
Music attracts the angels in the universe.
People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around - the music and the ideas.
In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinking.
Everybody's wearing a disguise, to hide what they've got left behind their eyes.
For them that must obey authority/That they do not respect in any degree/Who despise their jobs, their destinies/Speak jealously of them that are free