Poor Creatures. What Did We Do To

Its Was One Of Those Events Which At A Crucial Stage In One's Development Arrive To Challenge And Stretch One To The Limit Of One's Ability And Beyond, So That Thereafter One Has A New Standard By Which To Judge Oneself.

Memory Is Quite Central For Me. Part Of It Is That I Like The Actual Texture Of Writing Through Memory.

There Was A Time You Saw Me Once, One Afternoon, In The Dormitories. There Was No One Else Around, And I Was Playing This Tape, This Music. I Was Sort Of Dancing With My Eyes Closed And You Saw Me.' '...yes, I Remember That Occasion. I Still Think About It From Time To Time.' 'that's Funny, So Do I.

Even At The Time, I Realised This Couldn't Be Right, That This Interpretation Didn't Fit With The Rest Of The Lyrics. But That Wasn't An Issue With Me. The Song Was About What I Said, And I Used To Listen To It Again And Again, On My Own, Whenever I Got The Chance.

It Was Like Being Given A Maths Problem When Your Brain's Exhausted, And You Know There's Some Far-off Solution, But You Can't Work Up The Energy Even To Give It A Go. Something In Me Just Gave Up.