As We Know, Forgiveness Of Oneself Is

"nasty Man" Isn't A Laughing Matter, But You Have To Laugh Anyway. The Song, Itself, Becomes Something Of A Laughing Matter Because We'd Go Crazy If We Didn't Keep Laughing.

I'm Not A Rock And Roller, A Hitmaker. I'm Highly Dependent On What's Coming Out Of These Vocal Cords.

My Life Is A Crystal Teardrop. There Are Snowflakes Falling In The Teardrop And Little Figures Trudging In Slow Motion.

Sometimes I Get Lonesome For A Storm. A Full Blown Storm Where Everything Changes. The Sky Goes Through Four Days In An Hour, The Trees Wail, Little Animals Skitter In The Mud And Everything Gets Dark And Goes Completely Wild. But It Is Really God - Playing Music In His Favourite Cathedral In Heaven - Shattering Stained Glass - Playing A Gigantic Organ - Thundering On The Keys - Perfect Harmony - Perfect Joy.

I Love The Lower Ranges Of My New Voice. I Really Enjoy That. It's A Challenge, And I Accept The Challenge. I Sort Of Enjoy It Now To Reach Notes That Maybe Four Years Ago I Couldn't Reach. I Don't Mean To Grumble About It. I'm Past That Critical Period And Have Gone On To A Whole New Field. And We Go Everywhere. We Travel Around The World, And I Learn Songs From Every Place We Go, And It's A Joyful Process.