Daydreamin' Drugs The Pain Of Living.

We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time, We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind.

Oh, I Am A Lonely Painter / I Live In A Box Of Paints.

I'm A Little Young For Retirement.

I Get The Same Charge From Juxtaposition Of Colors As I Do From Juxtaposition Of Chords.

You Could Write A Song About Some Kind Of Emotional Problem You Are Having, But It Would Not Be A Good Song, In My Eyes, Until It Went Through A Period Of Sensitivity To A Moment Of Clarity. Without That Moment Of Clarity To Contribute To The Song, It's Just Complaining.