Pippa's Song The year's at the spring, The day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hillside's dew-pearl'd; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in His heaven- All's right with the world!
This environment [New York] is heaven. I love walking down the street and seeing faces and drama and happiness and sadness and dirt and cleanliness. I could never be a country person, sitting around trees trying to write a song. I would rather be in the middle of society, whether it's growing or crumbling
The best thing you can do for a song is to hear it on the radio and to imagine what it could mean to you and then kinda forget the words. Just imagine how you felt when you heard it, if it was one of your songs. If it became one of your songs. If it meant whatever it meant for you and as soon as you see the visual, you get a rapid eye movement relationship with the song instead of an imaginative one. I think that can be dangerous because I don't think I'd want to be listening to a song on the radio and thinking about the video. Whatever that one interpretation was
Once they're on paper, they're gone. I like to do as much with the words, as far as image goes, so that it's really left open for a lot of things, even though I remember a specific impression of something I had at the time. I can't say a song is about this or that; in fact, I wouldn't even want to. I just prefer to have people live it anyway they want. Because it's theirs after that. There's nothing I can do about it anymore
What is old age good for? No sadder sight on earth than to see one come to the last days, fruitless - when a harvest is expected. The summer ended, the autumn here and yet no reaper's songs of joy. No more glorious sight on earth or in heaven is there than to see the veteran, having finished his work, fought his fight, with the light of the future crowning, shining upon him!