You only have to read the lines of scribbly black and everything shines.
There's so much around, you don't know what to listen to. All I've got at home is Bo Diddley, some Stones and Beatles stuff, and old jazz records.
I don't feel active, and that my public conscience is fully satisfied.
I'm full of dust and guitars.
I don't really read a lot. Maybe I should.
Have you seen the roses? There's a whole lot of colours.