You Write A Scene, And It Works

Brother, Be A Brother, Fill This Tiny Cup Of Mine. And Please, Sir, Make It Whiskey: I Have No Head For Wine!

An Audience Is The Perfect Thing To Unleash Venom And Hate On. It Doesn't Necessarily Mean You Hate Everyone In The Audience But When You've Got A So-called Adoring Mass In Front Of You, It's A Perfect Target For That Kind Of Disgust. Sometimes You Find Yourself In A Position Where You're Venting Your Disgust On An Audience And A Lot Of Them Keep Coming Back 'cos They Actually Like That Aspect. In A Way That Diffuses The Feeling And You Don't Gel The Same Release.

You Searched Through All My Poets, From Sappho Through To Auden, I Saw The Book Fall From Your Hands, As You Slowly Died Of Boredom.

One Thing That I'm Really Interested In Is The Kind Of Esoteric Detail That Surrounds These Great Figures. And Wikipedia Is Full Of That Kind Of Stuff, Whether It's True Or Untrue. It Staggers Me: Why, In The Short Space Assigned To A Person Or An Event, That Kind Of Random Information Is There. To Be Honest, That's Wonderful Fuel For Songwriting.

Death Looms Large I Guess Because It Should. It's The One Thing That We As Human Beings From Birth Have A Right To. It's The Only Thing We've Really Got, And I Don't Mean To Sound Bleak About This, But It's A Unifying Factor Amongst Us All.