Through The Mad Mystic Hammering Of The

It Frightens Me, The Awful Truth, Of How Sweet Life Can Be.

A Record ... Is A Statement, It's Its Own Statement, Its Own Entity, Rather Than Being About Something Else. If I Was A Painter ... I Don't Paint The Chair, I Would Paint Feelings About The Chair.

Let Me Ask You One Question Is Your Money That Good Will It Buy You Forgiveness Do You Think That It Could I Think You Will Find When Your Death Takes Its Toll All The Money You Made Will Never Buy Back Your Soul

I Gave Her My Heart But She Wanted My Soul.

I Put One On The Turntable And When The Needle Dropped, I Was Stunned - Didn't Know Whether I Was Stoned Or Straight.