Ira Gershwin, Shame On Him. I Mean,

You Know, Neil Young Is Singing Rock N' Roll Will Never Die, And Neil Never Rocked And Rolled In His Life. I Mean, He Rocked, But He Didn't Roll. He Has Got No Swing In Him.

You Feed It All Your Woes, The Ghostly Garden Grows.

I Don't Understand Why Europeans And South Americans Can Take More Sophistication. Why Is It That Americans Need To Hear Their Happiness Major And Their Tragedy Minor, And As Jazzy As They Can Handle Is A Seventh Chord? Are They Not Experiencing Complex Emotions?

If I'm Censoring For Anyone, It's For My Parents. They Are Very Old-fashioned And Moral People. They Still Don't Understand Me That Well.

You Could Write A Song About Some Kind Of Emotional Problem You Are Having, But It Would Not Be A Good Song, In My Eyes, Until It Went Through A Period Of Sensitivity To A Moment Of Clarity. Without That Moment Of Clarity To Contribute To The Song, It's Just Complaining.