I Think It All Comes Back To

It's Not The Side-effects Of The Cocaine - I'm Thinking That It Must Be Love. It's Too Late To Be Grateful, It's Too Late To Be Hateful, It's Too Late To Be Late Again, The European Cannon Is Here.

I Had A Fantasy That I'd Drift Up To Scotland And Spend My Life As A Faux Bodhisattua.

You Go Through Stages Where You Wonder Whether You Are Christ, Or Just Looking For Him.

It Always Felt Like You Were Trying Too Hard To Look Like The Audience Or Something. That Whole Thing About The Artistic Integrity, Which, Of Course, I've Never Bought Into - With Any Artist. It's Just Not A Real Thing.

There's Just Some Dysfunctionalism With Artists. There Are Good Things And Bad Things About Being An Artist, And The Good Thing Is, Sometimes You Get An Inside Line On What's Really Happening. You Develop These Strange Antennae That Clue You In To What's Really Going On.