I Used To Dream, And

When I'm Lying In My Bed, I Think About Life And I Think About Death. And Neither One Particularly Appeals To Me.

I Was Wasting My Time, Praying For Love. For A Love That Never Comes, From Someone Who Does Not Exist.

In England, Pop Music Seems Now To Be Exclusively For Children. If An Artist Is No Good, Why Is It Necessary To Have That Artist Repeatedly Rammed In Our Face?

I Find That It Isn't Wise To Attempt To Judge People On Their Public Persona, And Even On The Music They Make. Because I've Met So Many People Whose Music I Cannot Stand, And They're Very Nice. At The Same Time, I've Met People Whose Music I've Loved, And They're Not The Person You've Invested All This Emotion In.

I Decree Today That Life Is Simply Taking And Not Giving, England Is Mine And It Owes Me A Living.