It's Very Homely, This Castle. It Doesn't

I Could Have Been More Famous If I Did All The Glitzy Things, But Celebrity Always Seemed So Unnecessary.

The Moon Upon The Ocean Is Swept Around In Motion, But Without Ever Knowing.

There Is No Formula To It Because Writing Every Song, For Me, Is A Little Journey. The First Note Has To Lift You And Make You Go, 'what's This?' You Play C, But Why Is It That One Day It Leads To G And It Didn't Yesterday? I Don't Know. It's Everything. It's The Walk You Take In The Morning, It's The Night Before, The Meeting With People, Landscapes, The Chats, All Of That Evolves In Some Way Into Melody, But I'm Not Sure How It's Going To Happen. I'm Dealing With The Unknown All The Time And That Is Exciting.

My Mouth Is A Womb. My Teeth Are My Children. My Tongue Is Their Babysitter.

The Spring, Summer, Is Quite A Hectic Time For People In Their Lives, But Then It Comes To Autumn, And To Winter, And You Can't But Help Think Back To The Year That Was, And Then Hopefully Looking Forward To The Year That Is Approaching.