I Don't Live For The Stage. I

I'm English. I Can't Accept Happiness That Easily. There's Got To Be A Trick In There Somewhere.

Rebel, Rebel, You've Torn Your Dress. Rebel, Rebel, Your Face Is A Mess. Rebel, Rebel, How Could They Know? Hot Tramp, I Love You So.

I Would Like To Believe That People Knew What They Were Fighting For And Why They Wanted A Revolution, And Exactly What It Was Within That They Didn't Like.

I've Made Over 25 Studio Albums, And I Think Probably I've Made Two Real Stinkers In My Time, And Some Not-bad Albums, And Some Really Good Albums. I'm Proud Of What I've Done. In Fact It's Been A Good Ride.

I Kind Of Miss That "becoming" Stage, As Most Times You Really Don't Know What's Around The Corner. Now, Of Course, I've Kind Of Knocked On The Door And Heard A Muffled Answer. Nevertheless, I Still Don't Know What The Voice Is Saying, Or Even What Language It's In.