The lyrics stand today (1980). They're still my feeling about politics. I want to see the plan. I want to know what you're going to do after you've knocked it all down. I mean, can't we use some of it? What's the point of bombing Wall Street? If you want to change the system, change the system. It's no good shooting people.

I'm cynical about society, politics, newspapers, government. But I'm not cynical about life, love, goodness, death. That's why I really don't want to be labeled a cynic.

In my case I've never not been political, though religion tended to overshadow it in my acid days.

I used to think it was mere homesickness, then I started getting it at home.

It was like being in the eye of a hurricane. You'd wake up in a concert and think, Wow, how did I get here?

I used to say to my auntie, 'You throw my fu*kin' poetry out, and you'll regret it when I'm famous,' and she threw the bast*rd stuff out. I never forgave her for not treating me like a fu*kin' genius or whatever I was when I was a child.

I've always considered my work one piece and I consider that my work won't be finished until I am dead and buried and I hope that's a long, long time.