I Do A Job I Really, Really

I Don't Care Where The Cure Is Placed In The Pantheon Of Rock. I Don't Care If We're Perceived As Relevant. We're Never Worried How We Fit In. I Don't Even Want To Fit In.

I Look Thuggish When I Shave My Head And Wear Big Boots. I Walk Into A Newsagent And People Think I'm Going To Jump The Counter.

I Think, At Heart, Unless You Discover Faith In Something Else, Something Other, It's Very Hard To Shake The Thing That You're Adrift Alone.

Both Me And My Wife's Extended Family All Live Within A 50-mile Radius. Like Me, A Lot Of Them Did Time In London Then Started Drifting Back To The Countryside And The Sea. Perhaps It's A Homing Instinct.

I Wouldn't Want To Think People Doted On Us, Hung On Every Word, Or Wanted To Look Like Us.