Now if six turned up to be nine, I don't mind, I don't mind.
Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer. May I land my kinky machine?
This is your life - you must die by yourself, so for heaven's sake, live for yourself and no one else. . . .
Music is a safe type of high. It's more the way it was supposed to be. That's where highness came, I guess, from anyway. It's nothing but rhythm and motion.
I think it would count more, if we did less personal appearances.
To be with the others, you have to have your hair short and wear ties. So we're trying to make a third world happen, you know what I mean?