Quite Like Old Times,' The Room Says.

I Want More Of This Feeling - Fire And Wings.

Cold - Cold As Truth, Cold As Life. No, Nothing Can Be As Cold As Life.

Very Few People Change After Well Say Seven Or Seventeen. Not Really. They Get More This Or More That And Of Course Look A Bit Different. But Inside They Are The Same.

Love Was A Terrible Thing. You Poisoned It And Stabbed At It And Knocked It Down Into The Mud - Well Down - And It Got Up And Staggered On, Bleeding And Muddy And Awful. Like - Like Rasputin.

And What Does Anyone Know About Traitors, Or Why Judas Did What He Did?