No End To Sorrow, Caused By The

I Don't Belong In Limos Or Private Jets Or On Stage With People Cheering Me But That's What's Kept Me Grounded Because I Know It's Not Right.

I Look In The Mirror And Think, 'i Don't Look Like A Rock Star.' I Talked About This With Bono And We Looked At Each Other And Decided We Look Like A Pair Of Bricklayers.

I'm Probably Writing Music Now For The Same Reason As I Started Writing Songs When I Was 14 - To Meet Women.

When I Was 19, I Made My First Good Week's Pay As A Club Musician. It Was Enough Money For Me To Quit My Job At The Factory And Still Pay The Rent And Buy Some Food. I Freaked.

There Will Be Miracles After The Last War Is Won Science And Poetry Rule In The New World To Come Prophets And Angels Gave Us The Power To See What An Amazing Future There Will Be