Room Full Of Mirrors, that's more of a mental disarrangement. This says something about broken glass used to be all in my brain.

Don't use your brain to play it, let your feelings guide your fingers.

I'd like to get something together - like a Handel, Bach, Muddy waters, flamenco type of thing. If I could get that sound, I'd be happy

Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairy tales That's all she ever thinks about Riding with the wind.

You're just like crosstown traffic, so hard to get through to you.

Purple Haze all in my brain, lately things don't seem the same. Actin' funny but I don't know why. 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky.

Hey motor cycle mama, you gonna marry me?