It doesn't matter who you are, there are stars in every city, in every house, and on every street.

The big corporations and the big companies turned musicians into factory workers on an assembly line.

I'd really like to change the world and save it from the mess it's in. I'm so weak, I'm so thin, I want to fly, but I can't even swim.

There was a gas strike, oil strike, lorry strike, bread strike, got to be a Superman to survive.

The battles, the fights, the bruises, the bites. That's the way true love grows.

The passage of time eliminates some of the more intimate details of one's existence. The routine trivia like passing water and shitting and the amount of food and alcohol consumed in the course of daily survival. Sure, there were girls. Lots of'em. It's inevitable.

If I told you God was black, what would you think of that?