You Would Think That A Rock Star

It's Much Easier For Me To Say That, The Kind Of Music I Didn't Listen To Was Pretty Much That. I Mean Everything, From Jazz To Classical To Popular. And Tibetan Horns Were A Great Part Of It In 1966, '67.

I Can't Keep My Fingers Out Of Any Pies.

Keep Your 'lectric Eye On Me Babe Put Your Ray Gun To My Head Press Your Space Face Close To Mine, Love Freak Out In A Moonage Daydream, Oh Yeah!

Hear This Robert Zimmerman, I Wrote A Song For You, About A Strange Young Man Called Dylan With A Voice Like Sand And Glue.

I Don't Make Changes To Confuse Anyone. I'm Just Searching. That's What Causes Me To Change. I'm Just Searching For Myself.