Nobody Understood The Reoccurring Dream, But After

You've Got To Shake Your Fists At Lightning Now, You've Got To Roar Like Forest Fire You've Got To Spread Your Light Like Blazes All Across The Sky They're Going To Aim The Hoses On You, Show 'em You Won't Expire Not Till You Burn Up Every Passion, Not Even When You Die Come On Now, You've Got To Try, If You're Feeling Contempt, Well Then You Tell It If You're Tired Of The Silent Night, Jesus, Well Then You Yell It Condemned To Wires And Hammers, Strike Every Chord That You Feel That Broken Trees And Elephant Ivories Conceal

I Used To Be Monastic, Almost. Now I'm Like A Tibetan That Has Discovered Hamburgers And Television. I'm Catching Up On Americana.

Heaven's Full Of Astronauts And The Lord's On Death Row.

I Create By Feeling Rather Than By Intellectualizing.

If You're Smart Or Rich Or Lucky Maybe You'll Beat The Laws Of Man But The Inner Laws Of Spirit And The Outer Laws Of Nature No Man Can