If I had known then what I know now, I wouldn't have known much. I've wanted to be loved. I suppose everybody wants to be loved. At this point I'm happy that I never bent much. I don't have much to brag about but, then again, I don't have anything to complain about.
To say that I have been put out to pasture is to understate my situation in life. My guitar player and co-conspirator in rock'n'roll asked me last night if I had retired.
"Not that I know of. How could I tell?"
I suppose I would go away so that they would miss me but I don't have anywhere to go and I don't have anybody to go with me. Who are they anyway?
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.