If You Can Play Your Stuff In

At The Office Where The Paper Grows, She Takes A Break, Drinks Another Coffee, And She Finds It Hard To Stay Awake. It's Just Another Day.

Give Ireland Back To The Irish, Don't Make Them Have To Take It Away.

Domesticity Is The Enemy Of Art. I Don't Know If That's True. You Can Write Good Happy Songs. So, I Don't Think It's Necessarily Happiness. But I Think Self-satisfaction Is Maybe The Enemy. It's Kind Of Better To Think, "tomorrow Night I'm Gonna Sing It Better." There Is This Forward Effort. It Feels To Me Right, It Feels Human.

My Dad Was A Particularly Polite Kind Of Guy, Very Courteous. So When We Got On A Bus, He Would Always Encourage Me And My Younger Brother To Get Up And Offer Our Seat To An Old Lady. I Grew Up Kind Of Liking That, Thinking, Y'know, That's A Nice Thing, That's A Courtesy.

We Were A Savage Little Lot, Liverpool Kids, Not Pacifist Or Vegetarian Or Anything. But I Feel I've Gone Beyond That, And That It Was Immature To Be So Prejudiced And Believe In All The Stereotypes.