It Doesn't Matter How Anything Happens.

My Page Was Too White My Ink Was Too Thin The Day Wouldn't Write What The Night Pencilled In.

When Things Get Really Bad, Just Raise Your Glass And Stamp Your Feet And Do A Little Jig. That's About All You Can Do.

It Doesn't Matter What You Do Because It's Going To Happen Anyway.

Suzanne Had A Room On A Waterfront Street In The Port Of Montreal. Everything Happened Just As It Was Put Down. She Was The Wife Of A Man I Knew. Her Hospitality Was Immaculate. Some Months Later I Sang It For Judy Collins Over The Telephone. The Publishing Rights Were Lost In New York City, But It Is Probably Appropriate That I Don't Own This Song. Just The Other Day I Heard Some People Singing It On A Ship In The Caspian Sea.

Probably All Cultures, Certainly Western Culture, Always Have Been Violent.