I'm Full Of Dust And

I Don't Think I'm Easy To Talk About. I've Got A Very Irregular Head. And I'm Not Anything That You Think I Am Anyway.

I'm Disappearing, Avoiding Most Things.

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.

You Can Play Guitar In Your Canteen, You Know, Your Hair Might Be Longer, But There's A Lot More To Playing Than Travelling Around Universities And Things.

I'm Treading The Backward Path. Mostly, I Just Waste My Time.