I Used To Think That All My

I Don't Have Any Desire To Learn. I Feel It's Like A Voodoo, That It Would Spoil Things If I Actually Learnt How Things Are Done.

Love Is A Robber And He Lives Within Your Eyes.

My Brother's Researched Our Early Family History. He Found A Letter From A Fella Who Said He Used To Be In Love With My Mum.

We Don't Eat Anything That Has To Be Killed For Us.

Domesticity Is The Enemy Of Art. I Don't Know If That's True. You Can Write Good Happy Songs. So, I Don't Think It's Necessarily Happiness. But I Think Self-satisfaction Is Maybe The Enemy. It's Kind Of Better To Think, "tomorrow Night I'm Gonna Sing It Better." There Is This Forward Effort. It Feels To Me Right, It Feels Human.