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When The Thunder Rumbles, Now The Age Of Gold Is Dead. When The Dreams We've Clung To Trying To Stay Young, Have Left Us Parched And Old Instead. When My Courage Crumbles, When I Feel Confused And Frail, When My Spirit Falters On Decaying Altars And My Illusions Fail -- I Go On Right Then. I Go On Again. I Go On To Say I Will Celebrate Another Day. I Go On. If Tomorrow Tumbles And Everything I Love Is Gone, I Will Face Regret All My Days, And Yet I Will Still Go On.

Music, Of All The Arts, Stands In A Special Region, Unlit By Any Star But Its Own, And Utterly Without Meaning ... Except Its Own.

I Can't Live One Day Without Hearing Music, Playing It , Studying It , Or Thinking About It .

Even Experimental Composers, Revolutionary Composers, Self-styled Radicals Are, In Writing Revolutionary Music, Recognizing The Music That Preceded Them Precisely By Trying To Avoid It.

Inspiration Is Wonderful When It Happens, But The Writer Must Develop An Approach For The Rest Of The Time... The Wait Is Simply Too Long.