I Call It Suffering And Pain, They

Arty Farty, You'll Never Fool Your Aunt, Who Knew You Picked Your Nose And Wet Your Pants.

When I Wrote The Song, I Had The Sea Near Bombay In Mind. We Stayed At A Hotel By The Sea, And The Fishermen Come Up At Five In The Morning And They Were All Chanting. And We Went On The Beach And We Got Chased By A Mad Dog-big As A Donkey. ... I Think That Songwriting Changed When Groups Started Spending More Time In The Studio. ... I've Written So Many Songs About Englishmen, I Have To Go Elsewhere. ... Our Repertoire Consisted Of Rhythm And Blues, Sort Of Country Rhythm And Blues, Sonny Terry Things.

At One Time They've Been The Most Important Thing To Me. So I Can't Hear Our Records On The Radio, I Can't Stand It, Because They Sound So Out Of What Everyone Else Is Doing.

Life Had Become A Reproduction: It Was Not The Real Thing.

Pity Is Easy, But It Is Difficult To Care.