I See The Entire World As Eden,

You Feed It All Your Woes, The Ghostly Garden Grows.

That's One Thing That's Always, Like, Been A Difference Between, Like, The Performing Arts, And Being A Painter, You Know. A Painter Does A Painting, And He Paints It, And That's It, You Know. He Has The Joy Of Creating It, It Hangs On A Wall, And Somebody Buys It, And Maybe Somebody Buys It Again, Or Maybe Nobody Buys It And It Sits Up In A Loft Somewhere Until He Dies. But He Never, You Know, Nobody Ever, Nobody Ever Said To Van Gogh, 'paint A Starry Night Again, Man!' You Know? He Painted It And That Was It.

Whatever It Was That I Felt Was The Weak Link In My Previous Project Gave Me Inspiration For The Next One.

I Wrote 'big Yellow Taxi' On My First Trip To Hawaii. I Took A Taxi To The Hotel And When I Woke Up The Next Morning, I Threw Back The Curtains And Saw These Beautiful Green Mountains In The Distance. Then, I Looked Down And There Was A Parking Lot As Far As The Eye Could See, And It Broke My Heart This Blight On Paradise. That's When I Sat Down And Wrote The Song.

Oh, I Am A Lonely Painter / I Live In A Box Of Paints.