Lyricists Play With Words.

I'm Still Looking To Write A Great Song.... You Always Are. You Know, You Never Think, 'well, That's Enough ... That's Good Enough.'

It Was Bad On Linda. She Had To Deal With This Guy Who Didn't Want To Get Out Of Bed And, If He Did, Wanted To Go Back To Bed Pretty Soon After. He Wanted To Drink Earlier And Earlier Each Day And Didn't Really See The Point In Shaving. I Was Generally Pretty Morbid.

I Did Study Shakespeare, That Was Sort Of My Thing; I Got A Literature A-level, Which Is My Only Claim To Academic Fame.

Having A Beard Is Natural. When You Think About It, Shaving It Off Is Quite Weird.

I Lost My Voice. I'd Never Had To Cancel A Show Before And I Had To Walk Around With A Pad And A Pen, Writing Things Down.