I'll give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind
I feel now at 53 I have grown into a deeper understanding of what a human life is.
I keep on reading the Morning Star newspaper to see if there's any hope, but it seems to be in the 19th century; it seems to be written for dropped-out, middle-aged liberals.
Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.
The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful, and so are you.
There is nothing conceptually better than rock 'n' roll. No group, be it Beatles, Dylan or Stones, have ever improved on Whole Lot of Shaking for my money. Or maybe I'm like our parents: that's my period and I dig it and I'll never leave it.