I Can Ask For Cigarettes In Every

As You Get Older, The Questions Come Down To About Two Or Three. How Long? And What Do I Do With The Time I've Got Left?

I Guess A Certain Contingent Of The Musicians In London At The Beginning Of The '70s Were Fed Up With Denim And The Hippies. And I Think We Kind Of Wanted To Go Somewhere Else.

Sometimes You Stumble Across A Few Chords That Put You In A Reflective Place.

I Ask For So Little.just Fear Me, Love Me, Do As I Say And I Will Be Your Slave

Once You Lose That Sense Of Wonder At Being Alive, You're Pretty Much On The Way Out.