I Don't Consider Myself To Be A

I Regret The Ending Of Our Friendship And Hope One Day Before We Die, We'll Make Peace With Each Other . . . No Rush.

I Want To Rid My Heart Of Envy, And Cleanse My Soul Of Rage Before I'm Through.

I Don't Really Know Why An Idea Comes To Me. But All Of A Sudden, An Idea Comes And From Experience I Can Intuit What Something Means When An Interesting Line Pops Up. Or I Can Intuit What An Interesting Choice Might Be. And I Can Try A Couple Of Different Choices, And See Which One Feels Right, And Then Continue The Song To See Where It Goes.

A Phenomenon Occurs But Because You're In The Middle Of It, You Just Think It's Your Life-until It's Over. And Then You Look Back And Say, What An Unusual Thing Happened To Me In The '60s.

Improvisation Is Too Good To Leave To Chance.