The unrecorded past is none other than our old friend, the tree in the primeval forest which fell without being heard.
When a man fell into his anecdotage it was a sign for him to retire from the world.
One day a whole damn song fell into place in my head.
I fell and broke my pelvic bone in three places. So, I'm still sort of an invalid now.
I just fell into the Dylanesque idea of recording. He is real fast.