I Find Words Really Hard.

I Don't Know What Any Of My Tunes Are About, They're Just Out There. I'm Not Good With Words. I Just Say The First Thing That Comes Into My Head

I Suppose I Do Get Sad, But Not For Too Long. I Just Look In The Mirror And Go, 'what A F***ing Good-looking F*** You Are.' And Then I Brighten Up.

Everyone Knows That If You've Got A Brother, You're Going To Fight.

Americans Want Grungy People, Stabbing Themselves In The Head On Stage. They Get A Bright Bunch Like Us, With Deodorant On, They Don't Get It. I'm 24 Years Old, I've Got A Load A Money, What Am I Gonna Do, Sit At Home And Twiddle Me Thumbs? No. I'm Gonna Go Out And 'ave It.

Chris Martin Looks Like A Geography Teacher.