The view at the point my heart starts racing. Half the time I have nothing but a sketchy idea of a melody and some scratched-out scrawl on a piece of paper. Most times it works, sometimes it doesn't. Then there's the times the harmonies just flow and time flies. I barely remember those times. It's like something's working me. Something I don't pretend to understand. Something I've no desire to understand.
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