The Willow Turns His Back On Inclement

For Tomorrow May Rain, So I'll Follow The Sun...

I Was Impossible. I Don't Know How Anyone Could Have Lived With Me. For The First Time In My Life, I Was On The Scrap Heap, An Unemployed Worker.

When I See Bacon, I See A Pig, I See A Little Friend, And That's Why I Can't Eat It. Simple As That.

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.

The Most Important Ingredient To Making A Song Work Is The Magic. You've Got A Melody, You've Got Words, But On The More Successful Songs, There's A Sort Of Magic Glow That Just Happens And You Can Feel It Happening. It Just Makes The Songs Sort Of Roll Out.