There's A Taste In My Mouth And

Songwriting As An Art Is A Bit Archaic Now. Just Writing A Song Is Not Good Enough.

No More Free Steps To Heaven.

I Just Put Drugs Down To Luck. I Persevere Quite Honestly, And I've Got A Fair Amount Of Discipline That Keeps Me Out Of Deep Water.

I Could Never, Ever Talk To My Father. I Really Loved Him, But We Couldn't Talk About Anything Together. There Was This Really British Thing That Being Even Remotely Emotional Was Absolutely Verboten.

The Truth Is Of Course Is That There Is No Journey. We Are Arriving And Departing All At The Same Time.