Nobody's Ever Tried The Peace Thing, ...

I Was Stuck In The Feeling That One Did Not--was Not Justified In Being Alive Unless One Was Fulfilling Other People's Dreams, Whether They Were Contractual Dreams Or The Public's Dreams, Or Fulfilling My Own Dreams And Illusions About What I Thought I Was Supposed To Be, Which, In Retrospect, Turned Out To Not Be What I Am.

I'd Always Felt Repressed. We Were All So Pressurised That There Was Hardly Any Chance Of Expressing Ourselves, Especially Working At That Rate, Touring Continually And Always Kept In A Cocoon Of Myths And Dreams.

Imagine There's No Varmints. It Isn't Hard To Do.

It Was Like Being In The Eye Of A Hurricane. You'd Wake Up In A Concert And Think, Wow, How Did I Get Here?

You're Only Awake When You Realise You're Awake And When You're Dreaming, It Is Just As Real, Whatever Happens Is Just As Real - Whether You Actually Do Die In A Dream Or Fulfil Whatever You're Doing In A Dream, It's, There's Nobody To Tell Me It Isn't As Real As This Now, Because How Do You Know?