Now If I Don't Meet You No

Well I Stand Up Next To A Mountain, And I Chop It Down With The Edge Of My Hand

Good And Evil Lay Side By Side.

Even Castles Made Of Sand, Fall Into The Sea, Eventually.

I Love Dylan. I Only Met Him Once, About Three Years Ago, Back At The Kettle Of Fish On Macdougal Street. That Was Before I Went To England. I Think Both Of Us Were Pretty Drunk At The Time, So He Probably Doesn’t Remember It.

The Way I Write Things, I Just Write Them With A Clash Between Reality And Fantasy Mostly. You Have To Use Fantasy To Show Different Sides Of Reality; It's How It Can Bend.