Somehow it's just not art for me once you re-do it. If it doesn't rhyme the first go 'round, maybe it's just not meant to rhyme. Occasionally I fix a mistake. Usually, they're my favorite part. You know, like on Dee Clark's record, "Hey Little Girl," when the guitar player goes to the chorus too soon. I listen to that song and wait with glee for that part to come along. Man!
The purpose of art should be to make me laugh and make me cry. Teach me something about truth. Remind me to feel. Maybe offer me an alternative to this world they call real.
Looks like I exist for a living and I live for existence. Look around and you're alone.
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