Some get stoned, some get strange, but sooner or later it all gets real.

I feel like I could be likened to an old hound circling on a rug for the last five years.

I don't like to be labeled, to be anything. I've made the mistake before myself of labeling my music, but it's counter-productive.

Instead of cursing the darkness, light a candle for where we're going. There's something ahead worth fighting for.

There's more to a picture than meets the eye.

Now I'm livin' out here on the beach, but those seagulls are still out of reach.

The rockets and the satellites, spaceships that we're creating now, we're pollinating the universe.