All Lies And Jests, Still

The More I Get To Thinking, The Less I Tend To Laugh.

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.

I Don't Really Know Why An Idea Comes To Me. But All Of A Sudden, An Idea Comes And From Experience I Can Intuit What Something Means When An Interesting Line Pops Up. Or I Can Intuit What An Interesting Choice Might Be. And I Can Try A Couple Of Different Choices, And See Which One Feels Right, And Then Continue The Song To See Where It Goes.

Most Of The Time, When I Had Hits As A Soloist - Maybe Not So Much With Simon & Garfunkel - I Was Surprised They Were Hits. I Didn't Know What The Hits Were. I Never Thought That 'loves Me Like A Rock' Was Going To Be A Hit, Or 'mother And Child Reunion,' Or '50 Ways To Leave Your Lover.' They Didn't Sound Like What The Hits Sounded Like At The Time. Radio Was More Open To Things That Weren't Exactly What Every Other Hit Was.

I Am Just A Poor Boy, Though My Story's Seldom Told, And I Have Squandered My Resistance, For A Pocket Full Of Mumbles, Such Are Promises. All Lies In Jest, Still A Man Hears What He Wants To Hear And Disregards The Rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...