Is this love, baby, or is this just confusion?
If I live by illusions, you live by excuses.
There’ll be no smoking in the gas chamber.
I try to get up every day.
Hey motor cycle mama, you gonna marry me?
Music is going to break the way because music is in a spiritual thing of its own. It’s like the waves of the ocean. You can’t just cut out the perfect wave and take it home with you.
Been riding broomsticks since she was fifteen.
Move over Rover, and let Jimi take over.
Freaks, they are very prejudiced. You have to have your hair long and talk in a certain way in order to be with them. In order to be the other way you have to have your hair short and wear ties.
A lot of ppl are making more money than they ever had nowadays – so when they get their flat they can, they always find themselves with an extra room.
I didn’t know it was anger until they told me that it was, like with destruction and all that. But I believe everybody should have like a room where they can get rid of all their releases, where they can do their releases at. So my room is a stage.
There are too many heavy songs out nowadays. music has been getting too heavy, almost to the state of unbearable.
If there’s a new idea, a new invention, or a new gas, or a new whatever you know, It should be brought at least into the open instead of carrying these same old burdens around with you.
People still mourn when people die. That’s self-sympathy. All human beings are selfish to a certain extent, and that’s why people get so sad when someone dies. They haven’t finished using him. The person who is dead ain’t crying. Sadness is for when a baby is born into this heavy world, and joy should be exhibited at someone’s death because they are going on to something more permanent and infinitely better.
I think everybody should believe in himself. I suppose, in a way, that’s also believing in God. If there is a God and He made you, then believing in yourself is also believing in Him. Once you carry God inside yourself, then you’re part of Him.
Well, she’s walking through the clouds, with a circus mind that’s running wild.
Now if 6 turned out to be 9, I don’t mind, I don’t mind.
Don’t raise me up, I am but a messenger.
Say hello to my mother and father... the Earth and Space.
Well, I see black and white and red and yellow, even green – getting together. And their weapons are shining clean – but I’m not talking about swords, knives, and guns. I’m talking about the power of God and the new rising sun.
You’ve got to dig everything and then get your own ideas. Too much digging and not enough doing will set you spinning.