Critics Like Elvis Costello Because Critics Are

People Ask Me How Far I've Come. And I Tell Them Twelve Feet: From The Audience To The Stage.

A Song Without A Hook Is Like A Train Without Rails. It Skitters All Over The Place, Bangs Into Everything. Boom! Crash! There Goes Grand Central Station. Crushed By A Train.

You Gotta Learn The Alphabet, Backwards And Forwards. And Then The Choice Is Yours, 'cause Last I Looked, The Bible Is Written In The Same Words, The Exact Same Alphabet, As My Favorite Pornography. Choice Is Yours.

I Think Very Frequently, Musicians Become A Victim Of Every Song They Sing. I Like All Kinds Of Recreation. It's Aggressive. I Want To Be Part Of Everything.

You Want To Know If We're Animals? When I'm On Stage With The Volume Rippling My Body Like A Glass Of Water And Thousands Of People Are Generating Heat In My Direction, There's No Time For Thought. My Basement Facilities Take Over Completely. Sure It's Animal. People Might Like To Talk About Art, But Look Where Art Is, In The Gutter.