You Know Sometimes Words Have Two Meanings.

I Have No Story. My Story Goes From Day To Day.

It's A Two-dimensional Gig Being A Singer, And You Can Get Lost In Your Own Tedium And Repetition.

I Daresay One Good Concert Justifies A Week Of Satisfaction At Home.

Come Into My Life, Here Where Nothing Matters. Come Into My Life, Roll Away The Gloom.

I'm Like One Of Those Firecrackers That Goes Off In Your Pocket Occasionally. I'm Not Really Struggling With It As Much As The People Around Me. But At Least I'm Not Doing Too Much Damage To Anybody Or To Myself. It's Just The Condition I'm Aware Of.