This morning came on to me, silver wings silhouetted against the child's sunrise.
The world is nothing but a big gimmick.
Is this love, baby, or is this just confusion?
When we go to play, you flip around and flash around and everything, and then they're not gonna see nothin' but what their eyes see. Forget about their ears.
Well, obviously religion must come from inside.
Music is going to break the way because music is in a spiritual thing of its own. It's like the waves of the ocean. You can't just cut out the perfect wave and take it home with you.