At School I Was An Anti-magnet For

I'm Unable To Really Write The Kind Of Song That Doesn't Have A Visual Element, Which Most Songs Don't.

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.

Said 2,000 Years Of Christian History, Baby And You Ain't Learned To Love Me Yet?

And I Wish That I Was Made Of Stone So That I Would Not Have To See A Beauty Impossible To Define A Beauty Impossible To Believe A Beauty Impossible To Endure The Blood Imparted In Little Sips The Smell Of You Still On My Hands As I Bring The Cup Up To My Lips No God Up In The Sky No Devil Beneath The Sea Could Do The Job That You Did, Baby Of Bringing Me To My Knees

It's An Australian Thing To Be Dismissive. We Find That Endearing. Americans Don't. They Believe What You Say.