Every Love Song I Write

I Definitely Did Look Up To John. We All Looked Up To John. He Was Older And He Was Very Much The Leader; He Was The Quickest Wit And The Smartest.

The Pound Is Sinking, The Peso's Failing, The Lira's Reeling, And Feeling Quite Appalling.

Life Is An Energy Field, A Bunch Of Molecules. And These Particular Molecules Formed To Make These Four Guys, Who Then Formed Into This Band Called The Beatles And Did All That Work. I Have To Think That Was Something Metaphysical. Something Alchemic. Something That Must Be Thought Of As Magic.

My Thing Is About Following The Accidental, More Than Trying To Paint An Accurate Bowl Of Apples. I Enjoy Most Following The Paint. It Leads Me Somewhere Else. I Think I Enjoy Just Letting The Magic Unfold And Letting The Spirit Of The Paint Tell Me Where We're Going.

It Was Bad On Linda. She Had To Deal With This Guy Who Didn't Want To Get Out Of Bed And, If He Did, Wanted To Go Back To Bed Pretty Soon After. He Wanted To Drink Earlier And Earlier Each Day And Didn't Really See The Point In Shaving. I Was Generally Pretty Morbid.