...don't criticize what you can't understand, your sons and your daughters are beyond your command.
My guard stood hard when abstract threats, too noble to neglect, deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect.
You had no faith to lose and you know it.
I accept chaos, I'm not sure whether it accepts me.
You could listen to Woody Guthrie songs and actually learn how to live.
Once I can focus in on something, I just play it in my mind until an idea comes from out of nowhere, and it's usually the key to the whole song. It's the idea that matters. It's like electricity was around long before Edison harnessed it.