I Won't Disturb The Slumber Of Feelings

The Leaves That Are Green Turn To Brown. And They Wither With The Wind. And They Crumble In Your Hand.

I Like Working With Sound; Sound And Rhythm. I Like The Abstract More Than "what Does That Mean?" Nobody Ever Says To You, "why Did You Use A Harmonium?" Or "what Is That Ringing Sound That Occurs Here?" The Questions Are Always "what Does That Song Mean?" Or "what Were You Trying To Say Here?"

There Must Be 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover.

I Sort Of Recognize It, As Opposed To Shaping It. Oh, That's A Good Idea, That's A Good Line. I Wonder Where I Can Use That. And When You Get Into A Rhyme Group Like 'not,' You Got A Lot Of Rhymes, You Got A Lot Of Choices. The More You Do It, The Luckier You Get.

Having A Track Record To Live Up To And The History Of Successes Had Become A Hindrance. It Becomes Harder To Break Out Of What People Expect You To Do.