Everything Is Dinky Doo.

The More I Go Inside, The More There Is To See.

It Was Daylight And I Drove Everyone Home - I Was Driving A Mini With John And Cynthia And Pattie In It. I Seem To Remember We Were Doing Eighteen Miles An Hour And I Was Really Concentrating - Because Some Of The Time I Just Felt Normal And Then, Before I Knew Where I Was, It Was All Crazy Again. Anyway, We Got Home Safe And Sound, And Somewhere Down The Line John And Cynthia Got Home. I Went To Bed And Lay There For, Like, Three Years.

We Are All One, I Mean Communication, Just The Realisation Of Human Love Reciprocated, It's Such A Gas, It's A Good Vibration Which Makes You Feel Good. These Vibrations That You Get Through Yoga, Cosmic Chants And Things Like That. I Mean It's Such A Buzz, It Buzzes You Out Of Everywhere. It's Nothing To Do With Pills Or Anything Like That. It's Just In Your Own Head, The Realisation, It's Such A Buzz, It Buzzes You Right Into The Astral Plane.

I Hope Somebody Does This To All My Crap Demos When I'm Dead, Making Them Into Hit Songs.

Beware Of Sadness It Can Hit You It Can Hurt You Make You Sore And What Is More That Is Not What You Are Here For.