What Is Life But Playing With Time?

It's Basically Against The Whole Idea Of What Always Made Rock&roll Music Interesting To Me. I Thought It Was An Unassailable Outlet For Some Pure And Natural Expressions Of Rebellion. It Was One Channel You Could Take Without Havin' To Kiss Ass, You Know? And Right Now It Just Seems Like They're On A Big Daisy Chain, Each Kissin' Each Other's Asses.

I'd Been An Expert At Taking Beatings. Then I Had A Lucky Break Where I Did A Bully In, By Total Sheer Luck. ... One Minute I Was The Mark, And With Just One Swift Move, I Put The Big Man In School Down. ... Once He Was Down, The Whole Atmosphere In The Schoolyard Changed. A Huge Cloud Seemed To Be Lifted From Me. ... I'd Never Been Aware The Cloud Was So Large.

A Gut-string Classical Spanish Guitar, A Sweet, Lovely Little Lady. The Smell Of It. Even Now, To Open A Guitar Case, When It's An Old Wooden Guitar, I Could Crawl In And Close The Lid.

A Painter's Got A Canvas. The Writer's Got Reams Of Empty Paper. A Musician Has Silence.

Everything They’d Been Brought Up Not To Do, They Could Do At A Rock-and-roll Show.