Some People, It [songwriting] Comes Faster. Some

You Are Locked Into Your Suffering And Your Pleasures Are The Seal.

Deprivation Is The Mother Of Poetry.

I Will Not Be Held Like A Drunkard / Under The Cold Tap Of Facts

Reality Is One Of The Possibilities I Cannot Afford To Ignore

A Song, You Know, You've Got A Tempo. You Know,you've Got Something That Is Moving Swiftly. You Can't Stop It, You Know? Andit's Designed To Move Swiftly From, You Know, Mouth To Mouth, Heart To Heart,where A Poem Really Speaks To Something That Has No Time And That Is - It's Acompletely Different Perception.