Sartre said that hell is other people, I believe that most of them are

It's a marvelous night for a moondance!

And I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And magnificently we will fold into the mystic

Let me purify my thoughts and words and deeds that I may be a vehicle for thee.

Large audiences did not suit my low-key approach.

You have to remember that writing those sorta songs is not reality, it's more like trance, dream, y'know, like dreamwork. The mythical thing can enter the creating but there's the mythical place and the real place. And there's both...I get it between waking and sleeping. Or, when I'm doing something else. I don't sit down and think I'm gonna write about subject X or subject Y. I could be doing something and an impression comes in from outside and the song emerges out of that. It's never thought about or contrived.

You've got to separate the singer and the songs.