With A Painting, You Don't Have To

That's One Thing That's Always, Like, Been A Difference Between, Like, The Performing Arts, And Being A Painter, You Know. A Painter Does A Painting, And He Paints It, And That's It, You Know. He Has The Joy Of Creating It, It Hangs On A Wall, And Somebody Buys It, And Maybe Somebody Buys It Again, Or Maybe Nobody Buys It And It Sits Up In A Loft Somewhere Until He Dies. But He Never, You Know, Nobody Ever, Nobody Ever Said To Van Gogh, 'paint A Starry Night Again, Man!' You Know? He Painted It And That Was It.

You've Got To Shake Your Fists At Lightning Now, You've Got To Roar Like Forest Fire You've Got To Spread Your Light Like Blazes All Across The Sky They're Going To Aim The Hoses On You, Show 'em You Won't Expire Not Till You Burn Up Every Passion, Not Even When You Die Come On Now, You've Got To Try, If You're Feeling Contempt, Well Then You Tell It If You're Tired Of The Silent Night, Jesus, Well Then You Yell It Condemned To Wires And Hammers, Strike Every Chord That You Feel That Broken Trees And Elephant Ivories Conceal

Paul Simon Started Piling Up A Lot Of Words, More Than The Bar Could Handle, And I Stopped!

I Lost My Daughter At 21. I Had To Give Her Up Because I Was Broke, No Place To Take Her, No Money To Take Her. That Was Very Traumatic.

I Find A Lot Of Poetry To Be Narcissistic.