Every generation throws a hero up the pop charts.
We had many more points of agreement than we had points of difference, but we did differ, and the bigger we got, the more insistent we got that each one of us should have his way.
I stepped outside to smoke a J and when I came back to the room, everybody just seemed to move.
Somewhere in a burst of glory / Sound becomes a song.
Who am I to blow against the wind?
It was the year of the Beatles, it was the year of the Stones, it was 1964.