I see bodies as individual things.

I love you when I forget about me.

They won't give peace a chance, that's just a dream some of us had

Acid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass, lots of laughs.

Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way.

Rachmaninoff made a musician out of me. His 'Rhapsody on a Theme by Paganini' was the piece that sent me into raptures. It spoke to me. To me, it was a tender entreaty for the misunderstood.

I don't know who I am but you know, life is for learning.