As someone from the working class I was always interested in Russia and China and everything that related to the working class, even though I was playing the capitalist game.
As I play the game of life, I try to make it better each and every day. And when I struggle in the night, The magic of the music seems to light the way.
We're playing those mind games together, pushing the barriers, planting seeds, playing the mind guerilla.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done Nothing you can sing that can't be sung Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game It's easy. All you need is love.
The continual awareness of what was going on made me feel ashamed I wasn't saying anything. I burst out because I could no longer play that game any more, it was just too much for me.
We were really professional by the time we got to the States; we had learned the whole game. When we arrived here we knew how to handle the press; the British press were the toughest in the world and we could handle anything. We were all right.
It's always in the middle of the bloody night, or when you're half-awake or tired, when your critical faculties are switched off. So letting go is what the whole game is. You turn on the lights and the cockroaches run away. You can never grasp them.