Standing at a
crossroads
Felt I were dead
Break out of something
Obsessive in my head
In an ordinary sense
Never a good
combination
Illustrating someone
else’s ideas
Not my realisation
That’s the way I see
it
That’s life in a shell
That’s the way I see
it
Could be heaven, could
be hell
Zeffirelli’s
verisimilitude
Now and again be
excessive
Ghastly errors like
this
Are not really
permissive
The Emperor of Ice
Cream
The Man with the Blue
Guitar
Not sure what it’s
about
Naturalism gone too
far
That’s the way I see
it
That’s life in a shell
That’s the way I see
it
Could be heaven, could
be hell
Like a baron in his
castle
Alone with the magic
flute
Gossiping in the dry
cleaners
Feeding off the brute
The Englishman in
charge
A marvellous kind of
man
Reading about different dynasties
Mozart in the can
That’s the way I see
it
That’s life in a shell
That’s the way I see
it
Could be heaven, could
be hell
Finished with the
paper pools
The one with the three
drops
Chorus of sixty people
Punchinello with the
cops
Human nature doesn’t
change
A deep instinct of
survival
Temples of the old religion
Sets off a revival
That’s the way I see
it
That’s life in a shell
That’s the way I see
it
Could be heaven, could
be hell
Laid out in straight lines
and cubes
Orchestra gone on
strike
A full human being
there
Pedalling on his bike
My best photographs
Having a common
background
Synchronize the
lighting
Of nature all around
That’s the way I see
it
That’s life in a shell
That’s the way I see
it
Could be heaven, could be hell