Terrorist Bombers On The Left, Fascist Plots

I Met Her In A Club Down In North Soho, Where You Drink Champagne And It Tastes Just Like Coca-cola.

When You Are Making A Record And If You Spend Too Much Time Over It, You Have To Record It A Tone Lower Or Cut The Tones Lower Because You Can't Reach Some Of The Notes, I Find This. But When You Go On Stage, You Have To Put The Key Up And It Really Changes The Whole Thing.

Well I'm Not Dumb, But I Can't Understand Why She Walked Like A Woman, But Talked Like A Man.

The Passage Of Time Eliminates Some Of The More Intimate Details Of One's Existence. The Routine Trivia Like Passing Water And Shitting And The Amount Of Food And Alcohol Consumed In The Course Of Daily Survival. Sure, There Were Girls. Lots Of'em. It's Inevitable.

What I Try To Do Probably Doesn't Come Out. What I've Worked Out What I Do - I Might Not Be Right - Is To Do Something Very Personal, And Then Suddenly I Look At It, Up In The Air. I Blow It Up And Look At It And Then I Come Down Again - A Better Man.