But The Tune Ends Too Soon For

I Don't Think Successful Musicians Were Really Put On This Planet In Order To Have A Great Time, Pat Themselves On The Back And Say, 'oh, What A Clever Boy I Am!' I Think That, Like Most Artists, We Were Put On The Planet To Suffer Just A Little. And We Do.

Bring Me A Wheel Of Oaken Wood A Rein Of Polished Leather A Heavy Horse And A Tumbling Sky Brewing Heavy Weather.

A Lot Of Pop Music Is About Stealing Pocket Money From Children.

In Writing Lyrics - Well, For Me, Anyway - It's About Getting Into Character, You Know? 'who Is Writing This?' In The Case Of The Original 'thick As A Brick,' Supposedly A Precocious, Very Young Child Who's Fantasizing About His Future And The Context Of All The Confusing Elements To Which School Boys Are Subjected At That Time.

Come With Me To The Winged Isle- Northern Father's Western Child Where The Dance Of Ages Is Playing Still Through Far Marches Of Acres Wild.