I thought of nothing else but rock 'n' roll; apart from sex and food and money--but that's all the same thing, really.
Songwriting is about getting the demon out of me. It's like being possessed. You try to go to sleep, but the song won't let you. So you have to get up and make it into something, and then you're allowed to sleep. It's always in the middle of the night, or you're half-awake or tired, when your critical faculties are switched off. So letting go is what the whole game is. Every time you try to put your finger on it, it slips away. You turn on the lights and the cockroaches run away. You can never grasp them...
Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans.
You either get tired fighting for peace, or you die.
Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will live as one.
(This picture is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 2.5 Generic license. - Roy Kerwood)
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