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Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They’re all that’s left you.

Paul Simon

I don’t know what I’m going to write when I begin to write. It feels like you are walking down a path, but you can’t see around the bend and you don’t know where you are going to go, which is fun.
PAUL SIMON

Beginning Known See Writing Yourself
Improvisation is too good to leave to chance.
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Chance Goodness Improvement Leave
How much can you do with two voices? You can sing thirds or you can sing fifths or you can do a background harmony.
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Harmony Sing Voice Yourself
Maybe the heart is part of the mist. And that’s all that there is or could ever exist. Maybe and maybe and maybe some more. Maybe’s the exit that I’m looking for.
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Existence Heart Myself
Artie is a singer, and I’m a writer and player and a singer. We didn’t work together on a creative level and prepare the songs. I did that.
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Creativity Myself Player Preparation Sing Singer Writing
Serious numbers will speak to us always.
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Myself Serious Talk
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you.
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Eyes Lonely Nation Yourself
I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, Going home, where the new york city winters aren’t bleedin’ me.
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Home Myself Winter
I don’t very often think I’ve done a good job. I don’t like the majority of what I do. I shouldn’t say I don’t like it, but I’m not satisfied with almost everything that I do.
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Goodness Majority Myself Satisfaction Thinking
Someone could walk into this room and say your life is on fire.
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Fire Life Room Walk
Breakdowns come, and breakdowns go.
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Breakdown Heart Broken
Why am I so soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard?
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Hard Time Life Myself Soft
The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.
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Silence Sound Word Writing
Maybe I think too much for my own good.
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Goodness Myself Thinking
You want to be a writer, don’t know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a humble pen.
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Humble Known Pen Place Quiet Writing Yourself
I try to open up my heart as much as I can and keep a real keen eye out that I don’t get sentimental. I think we’re all afraid to reveal our hearts. It’s not at all in fashion.
PAUL SIMON

Emotion Fashion Heart Open Reality

Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They’re all that’s left you.

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