Wrote this in 1971, I think.
Can't be sure now.
This cover version was recorded in June 2026.
"Things ain't always what they seem:
You can count on what I say.
And if you can't add, man, you go right on
Take away.
Oh, the times they are dividing,
But it equals nothing more,
Than the total of the meaning
In what has gone before.
These squares and these straight lines
Confuse my rounded ways.
Yet here am I still describing
An angle from their base.
Well. they'll show you the reasons,
Then they'll give you the proof.
But the only aim I keep in mind
Is to draw what I conclude.
Well, Harmony, I thought more of you,
Your compass turned me on.
But in working at it by degrees,
The method took too long.
Geometrical regression
Is accounting for my soul.
All because my fractious dreams
Couldn't meet your perfect whole."
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