Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas this mania for control makes men prefer reason's imagination to the imagination of the senses. And yet it is always the imagination alone which is at work.
When I wrote the song I had the sea near Bombay in mind. We stayed at a hotel by the sea and the fishermen come up at five in the morning and they were all chanting. And we went on the beach and we got chased by a mad dog - big as a donkey.
