It’s better to fade away like an old soldier than to burn out. I don’t appreciate worship of dead Sid Vicious or of dead James Dean or of dead John Wayne. It’s the same thing. Making Sid Vicious a hero, Jim Morrison – it’s garbage to me. I worship the people who survive. Gloria Swanson, Greta Garbo.
I’m not a god or the God, but we’re all God and we’re all potentially divine – and potentially evil. We all have everything within us and the Kingdom of Heaven is nigh and within us, and if you look hard enough you’ll see it.
You’re jeans are full of crap. You’re full of beans, you’re in you teens. You’ve lost your mama’s road map.
When they’ve tortured and scared you for 20 odd years, then they expect you to pick a career.
But for me at any rate it was all part of dissolving the God trip or father-figure trip. Facing up to reality instead of always looking for some kind of heaven.
They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, I told them they didn’t understand life.
Nothing really affected me until Elvis.
There’s room at the top they are telling you still, but first you must learn how to smile as you kill.
No longer riding on the merry-go-round, I just had to let it go.
All this bit about angels and all the different religions, it’s based on something. I think anything’s possible. I believe in everything until it’s disproved.
They hit you at school, they hate you if your clever, and they despise a fool.
We’re playing those mind games together, pushing the barriers, planting seeds, playing the mind guerilla.
Don’t let them fool you with dope and cocaine, can’t do you know harm to feel your own pain.
I’ll be a good boy, please make me well. I promise you anything, get me out of this hell. Cold turkey has got me on the run.
Free all the prisoners everywhere, all they want is truth and justice, all they need is love and care.
Millions of mind guerrillas, raising the spirit of peace and love, not war.
Everybody’s talking about ministers, sinisters, banisters, and canisters, bishops, fishops, rabbis, and popeyes, bye-bye, bye-byes.
Instant Karma is going to get you.
Music touching my soul, the spirit dance was unfolding.
The trouble with government as it is, is that it doesn’t represent the people. It controls them.