No One Dare Disturb The Sound Of

It Was Easier Than Explaining Dimaggio's Use As A Metaphor.

I Don't Really Like To Write At A Desk. I Like To Write When Driving In A Car. ... Once You're Working On It, You're Working On It All The Time, And Sometimes Stuff'll Come In The Middle Of The Night, In A Dream Or Something. Your Mind Is Working On It All The Time.

A Man Walks Down The Street. It's A Street In A Strange World. Maybe It's The Third World. Maybe It's His First Time Around. He Doesn't Speak The Language. He Holds No Currency. He Is A Foreign Man. He Is Surrounded By The Sound, Sound Of Cattle In The Marketplace, Scatterlings And Orphanages. He Looks Around, Around He Sees Angels In The Architecture Spinning In Infinity And He Says, "amen" And "hallelujah!

Kodachrome, It Gives Us Those Nice Bright Colors Gives Us The Greens Of Summers Makes You Think All The World's A Sunny Day, Oh Yeah! I Got A Nikon Camera, I Love To Take A Photograph So Momma, Don't Take My Kodachrome Away.

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