Rubbish! What dirty Rubbish!
I believe in long corridors. I believe in the breath of Creation. I believe in the ability to wake up in the morning and feel good I passed the night under a star lit banner of a long irradescent splendour and when Hendrix plays, I get it, OK? I get Hendrix. I'm all the way with Hendrix. So don't tell me he was drunk at Woodstock, man, coz I was there. I was in the front row tripping off overcooked candy floss and I know a good thing when I fall head first into it so just, yeah. Fox on lady.