Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel.

What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn And tied her with fences and dragged her down

Windows work two ways, mirrors one way. You never walk through mirrors or swim through windows.

The grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.

Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.

The best songs come unasked for. You don't have to think about them . . . Summer is good for songs. When it's real warm, if you have a sense of freedom, not a lot on your mind, and a feeling there's plenty of time, it just seems to be a good climate for music.

Music inflames temperament.