We're Not Really Pacifists, We're Nonviolent Soldiers.

We Both Know What Memories Can Bring / They Bring Diamonds And Rust.

I'd Hear A Tune In My Head And The Words Would Come. And Then, Very Suddenly It Just Stopped. It Seemed Too Stilted To Try And Learn How To Write A Song, To Go To Round Robins And To Learn Things From Other People On How To Write A Song. So I Just Stopped And Did Other Things.

The Hardest Song To Write Is A Protest Song, A Topical Song With Meaning.

Some People Don't Even Notice. "oh, You Sound Exactly Like You Did!" And I Say, "ok, If That's What You Want To Believe, That's Fine."

In This Society, We Don't Like To Face The Future And The Dying Process And All Of It. Most Of Us Really Don't Want To Think About It, But It's Facing Me In The Mirror Every Day.