This is not my favorite way to wake up. My favorite way to wake up is to have a certain French movie star whisper to me softly at two thirty in the afternoon that if I want to get to Sweden in time to pick up my Nobel Prize for Literature I had better ring for breakfast. This occurs rather less often than one might wish.

When I woke up from a forty-year sleep, it was by a song. I could hear the drums in the village. I felt the sweat of ancestors in each palm. The singers were singing the world into place, even as it continued to fall apart. They were making songs to turn hatred into love.

Music awakens time, awakens us to our finest enjoyment of time.

was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music — do I wake or sleep?

A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice.

A song is anything that can walk by itself.

Let there be songs to fill the air.

Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?

Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!
The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,
It leaps in the sky.

Every morning is a fresh start. Wake up with a thankful heart.

I dreamt this ship was sinkin' there was people screaming all around
And I awoke to my alarm clock it was a pop song it was playin' loud

Into the day as by dream I swim to the music of nourished meaning.

I need a song that will keep sky open in my mind. If I think behind me, I might break. If I think forward, I lose now.

So it's the unwinding of your nervous system. The corresponding experience to what winds you up comes out in your dreams. To write a song then, even one like Don't Bother Me, helps to get rid of some subconscious burden. Writing a song is like going to confession.