Brain Gets Bent, Heart Gets Broken You

It's Very Schizophrenic Because I Like A Lot Of Very Straight Pop, Like Small Faces, Stones, Kinks; And On The Other Hand, I Like A Lot Of Avant Garde Things.

We Did A Gig At The Marquee And We Were Supposed To Be Paid Five Pounds But We Never Got It, And It Cost Us Something Like 10 Pounds In Petrol To Get There To Do It. So What We Did Was Steal Some Equipment From The Marquee.

I Actually Think The Creative Process Is Finite, And I'm Wondering Whether I've Retched Everything Up. Because It's Like Vomiting Or Shitting.

I Suppose My Father Was More Influential In My Starting To Play The Guitar.

Other Lands Became A Larder Full Of All The Good Things All We Had To Do Was Go And Take Blood The Colour Of The Rain That Grew Our Wicked Harvest Black The Colour Icing On Our Cake