I Love The Past. There Are Parts

When A War Is Over I Think It's A Cowardly Thing To Leave The War Behind You In Minefields That Hit Women And Children And The Most Vulnerable. Imagine The War Is Finished And You Go To Work And There Are Snipers Shooting At You. Imagine Taking Your Kids To The Beach And You Find That The Beach Is Blowing Up Beneath You. Like There's Nowhere Safe.

We Were A Savage Little Lot, Liverpool Kids, Not Pacifist Or Vegetarian Or Anything. But I Feel I've Gone Beyond That, And That It Was Immature To Be So Prejudiced And Believe In All The Stereotypes.

Bend Like The Willow, Winds Gonna Blow You Hard And Cold Tonight. Life As It Happens, Nobody Warns You, Willow Hold On Tight.

If Anyone Wants To Save The Planet, All They Have To Do Is Just Stop Eating Meat.

It's Like A Lot Of Kids; When You Tell Them Someone's Died, They Laugh.