My Records Are Basically A Litany Of

I Look At You And You Look At Me And Deep In Our Hearts Know It That You Weren't Much Of A Muse, But Then I Weren't Much Of A Poet

I Think There Is A Certain Perversity In My Music In That I Continue, You Know, To Eat At The Same Ball Of Vomit Year After Year.

The Society Of Whores Stuck Needles In An Image Of Me.

It's An Australian Thing To Be Dismissive. We Find That Endearing. Americans Don't. They Believe What You Say.

Sorrow's Child Grieves Not What Has Passed, But All The Past Still Yet To Come.