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When they show the destruction of society on color TV, I want to be able to look out over Los Angeles and make sure they get it right.
Leaving America is like losing twenty pounds and finding a new girlfriend.
A protest song is a song that's so specific that you cannot mistake it for bullshit.
And if there's any home for America, it lies in a revolution, and if there's any hope for a revolution in America, it lies in getting Elvis Presley to become Che Guevara.
The final story, the final chapter of western man, I believe, lies in Los Angeles.