Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams Where

People Do Whatever They Want To Do, Y'know.

And It Dawned On Me That I Might Have To Change My Inner Thought Patterns... That I Would Have To Start Believing In Possibilities That I Wouldn't Have Allowed Before, That I Had Been Closing My Creativity Down To A Very Narrow, Controllable Scale... That Things Had Become Too Familiar And I Might Have To Disorientate Myself. P.71

Feeling Funny In My Mind, Lord I Believe I'm Fixing To Die Well, I Don't Mind Dying But I Hate To Leave My Children Crying Well, I Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Sure Seems Lonesome, Lord, When The Sun Goes Down

They Kill People Here Who Stand Up For Their Rights The System's Just Too Damned Corrupt It's Always The Same, The Name Of The Game Is Who Do You Know Higher Up

Idiot Wind, Blowing Every Time You Open Your Mouth.