Is everybody in?... Is everybody in?... Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin... The program for this evening is not new. You've seen this entertainment through and through. You've seen your birth, your life and death. You might recall all the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie on?

...most of the press were vultures descending on the scene for curious America aplomb. Cameras inside the coffin interviewing worms.

Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss

Is everybody in?... Is everybody in?... Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin...

The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.

Nobody would stay interested in me if I was normal

In the beginning we were creating our music, ourselves, every night . . . starting with a few outlines, maybe a few words for a song. Sometimes we worked out in Venice, looking at the surf. We were together a lot and it was good times for all of us. Acid, sun, friends, the ocean, and poetry and music.