I Love A Bit Of Drama. That's

I Don't Make Music For Eyes. I Make Music For Ears.

My Voice Went Recently, Never Happened Before, Off Like A Tap. I Had To Sit In Silence For Nine Days, Chalkboard Around My Neck. Like An Old-school Mime. Like A Kid In The Naughty Corner. Like A Victorian Mute.

Americans Are Always Mortified When I Tell Them This, But In England, It's A Tradition To Put Your Plaques And Photographs And Awards And Gold Records And Stuff In Your Bathroom. I Don't Know Why.

I Don't Want To Be In Everyone's Face. I'm A Big Music Fan, And I Get Really Pissed Off When It Gets Like That And I Don't Want People To Get Like That With Me.

So Is It Over Is This Really It You've Given Up So Easily I Thought You Loved Me More Than This