We Work Our Jobs, Collect Our Pay,

The Dialogue Between What's Going On In The World And What's Going On Internally Seems To Be A Natural Thing - Well, It's Natural To Me, Anyway, To Have These Thoughts.

As Soon As Your Mind Knows That It's On And It's Supposed To Produce Some Lines, Either It Doesn't Or It Produces Things That Are Very Predictable. And That's Why I Say I'm Not Interested In Writing Something That I Thought About. I'm Interested In Discovering Where My Mind Wants To Go, Or What Object It Wants To Pick Up.

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

I Am Just A Poor Boy, Though My Story's Seldom Told, And I Have Squandered My Resistance, For A Pocket Full Of Mumbles, Such Are Promises. All Lies In Jest, Still A Man Hears What He Wants To Hear And Disregards The Rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...

There Must Be 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover.