Only You And I Can Help The

"nasty Man" Isn't A Laughing Matter, But You Have To Laugh Anyway. The Song, Itself, Becomes Something Of A Laughing Matter Because We'd Go Crazy If We Didn't Keep Laughing.

Somebody Else Does The Rigor And Then I Listen. I Have An Assistant, And My Manager, And Other People Who Hunt And Find And Send It To Me, And Then I Just Figure Out Which Ones I Can Do Justice To.

"diamonds & Rust" Started Off As Another Song. Then The Words Started To Morph. When You Write A Song That Deep, The Words Come From Some Place Else. But When The Songs Stop Coming, It Would Be So Contrived To Try And Force It. Since Then I've Just Been Doing Other People's Music.

All Of Us Are Survivors, But How Many Of Us Transcend Survival?

I Wish It Was Clear For Me How It Happened [stop Writing Songs], Then Maybe I Could Start Writing Again. But It's Kind Of An "it." It Just Submerged Itself. Because The Way I Had Always Written Was Just That It Came Out. It Just Happened.