The Bad Seeds Are A Band I

Best Not To Mix The Past With The Present. The Present Paints The Past With Gold. The Past Paints The Present With Lead.

I Think Of The Thrill Of An Intelligent Woman Talking Just To Me.

I Believe In North, South, East, West, The Seasons, Life And Death, Geography. That Which Is Provable, Absolute And Most Of All, Functional. I Believe In Things That Can Kill Me.

If I Had To Live My Life In Anticipation Of What Others Thought Of Me, Little Would Get Done.

I'm Just Shallow And Self-interested, And Don't Get Out Much Because I'm Afraid Of Real Commitments.