The More I Get To Thinking, The

I Would Not Be Convicted By A Jury Of My Peers, Still Crazy After All These Years.

You Sit And You Let Your Fingers Go To Wherever They Are Going To Go. You Wait Until You Start To Hear Something, And You Start To Figure Out What It Is That You're Doing. And Then You Add Another Piece Next To That Piece, And Wait To See If Some Kind Of Pattern Or Something Interesting Starts To Grow, And Then You Cultivate It.

And A Rock Feels No Pain; And An Island Never Cries.

Don't Want To End Up A Cartoon In A Cartoon Grave Yard.

By The Time I Was 12 Or 13, I Felt That I Was Special, Because I Could Play The Guitar And Write Songs.