The Good Samaritan, He's Getting

If There's An Original Thought Out There, I Could Use One Right Now.

My Father Probably Thought The Capital Of The World Was Wherever He Was At The Time. It Couldn't Possibly Be Anyplace Else. Where He And His Wife Were In Their Own Home, That, For Them, Was The Capital Of The World.

Every Singer Has Three Or Four Or Five Techniques, And You Can Force Them Together In Different Combinations. Some Of The Techniques You Discard Along The Way, And Pick Up Others. But You Do Need Them. It's Just Like Anything. You Have To Know Certain Things About What You're Doing That Other People Don't Know. Singing Has To Do With Techniques And How Many You Use At The Same Time. One Alone Doesn't Work. There's No Point To Going Over Three. But You Might Interchange Them Whenever You Feel Like It. It's A Bit Like Alchemy.

God, I'm Glad I'm Not Me.

Then Take Me Disappearin' Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time, Far Past The Frozen Leaves, The Haunted, Frightened Trees, Out To The Windy Beach, Far From The Twisted Reach Of Crazy Sorrow. Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands, With All Memory And Fate Driven Deep Beneath The Waves, Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow.