In some far off place Many light years in space I'll wait for you. Where human feet have never trod, Where human eyes have never seen. I'll build a world of abstract dreams And wait for you.
Music is a language, you see, a universal language.
But recently I began to feel that maybe I wouldn't be able to do what I want to do and need to do with American musicians, who are imprisoned behind these bars; music's got these bars and measures you know.
Freedom of Speech is Freedom of Music.
Music is not material. Music is Spiritual.
All these other nations seem to appreciate what I'm doing and they want me to play the furthest out things.
A world is in danger, this planet is in great danger!
I think of myself as a complete mystery. To myself.
Behold the pre-prophetic symbols of the planes of Never. Behold, behold this thisness! This isness.
Out of nowhere they come like embers suddenly aflame With living reach Spiral infinity Being. Yes. Out of nowhere they come from the no point.