The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.
Nothing that's forced can ever be right, if it doesn't come naturally, leave it.
The literati in their cellarsPerform semantic tarantellas.I wish I did it half as well as them.
Only two to three per cent of an audience is interested in words and pays attention to lyrics; most of the rest of it is about image or the beat or the sound, or else it's a tribal thing - country & western, rap, heavy metal, with historical folk rock off in some kind of cult.
Jimi Hendrix played loud and free, Sergeant Pepper was real to me.
You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.