Lyrics are coming to you all the time. I get inspiration in the middle of the night.
Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
'Two Voices,' from my album with Peter Schwalm, is an intact dream-poem. I awoke one night with an image of a piece of paper and all the words of the poem written on it, so I just blundered down to the kitchen table and 'copied it out.'
I tend to wake up in the middle of the night with ideas crying to be documented.
...Summer nights held a special kind of loneliness that gave rise to strange imaginings. One walked the beach alone and thought too much.
Beware thoughts that come in the night. They aren't turned properly; they come in askew, free of sense and restriction, deriving from the most remote of sources.
Sometimes in my tent, late at night, I think I can hear the stars scraping against the sky.
I was half asleep lying there writing this lyric in my head at about 3:30 in the morning. I woke Steve up with this idea and then we went into the living room where there was a little upright piano and finished the song. I wonder where that piano is now?
My thoughts by night are often filled With visions false as fair: For in the past alone, I build My castles in the air.
