The more I get to thinking, the less I tend to laugh.

Don't want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon grave yard.

I don't really know why an idea comes to me. But all of a sudden, an idea comes and from experience I can intuit what something means when an interesting line pops up. Or I can intuit what an interesting choice might be. And I can try a couple of different choices, and see which one feels right, and then continue the song to see where it goes.

Breakdowns come, and breakdowns go.

I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told, and I have squandered my resistance, for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises. All lies in jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...

The public hungers to see talented young people kill themselves.

The Wisdom is old, the Koran is old, the Bible is old. Disagreements? Work 'em out.