Now That I'm Out And I'm Shouting

You May Leave School, But It Never Leaves You.

You Watch The Country-music Awards That They Show On The Television, And You See Country Music Has Reached About 1985. It's All Huge Processed Drum Sounds And Chiming Chorus Guitars And Programmed Synths Bobbling Along In The Background.

I Met Jack Bruce, One Of My Heroes, In A Studio While Doing Some Recording. England Had Just Beat Scotland In A Big Football Match And I Saw Jack Trying To Break Into This Refrigerator In The Lounge, Drunk Out Of His Brain, And I Didn't Know What To Say.

I Leaned Right Over To Kiss Your Stoney Book A Little Jealous Of The Ships With Whom You Flirt A Billion Lovers With Their Cameras Snap To Look And In My Fantasy I Sail Beneath Your Skirt

I Actually Think The Creative Process Is Finite, And I'm Wondering Whether I've Retched Everything Up. Because It's Like Vomiting Or Shitting.