Compared To The Bugs And The Spiders

My Dad Taught Me About Music. He Used To Tap Dance.

Put All The Pervs In Jail, Bring Back The Birch And Cat-o-nine Tails.

Pity Is Easy, But It Is Difficult To Care.

To The Field We Are Scattered From The Day We Are Born To Grow Wild And Sleep Rough Til From The Earth We Are Torn.

I Still Like To Keep Tapes Of The Few Minutes Before The Final Take, Things That Happen Before The Session. Maybe It's Superstitious, But I Believe If I Had Done Things Differently - If I Had Walked Around The Studio Or Gone Out - It Wouldn't Have Turned Out That Way.