The Big Problem With Songwriting For Me

You Searched Through All My Poets, From Sappho Through To Auden, I Saw The Book Fall From Your Hands, As You Slowly Died Of Boredom.

I Don't Really Care Who Collects My Work, Black, White, Red, Yellow. You Have To Also Be Consciously Aware Of, What Does This Mean In Your Home? And How Are You Supporting This Work And The Message Behind The Work?

I Want To Write Songs That Are So Sad, The Kind Of Sad Where You Take Someone's Little Finger And Break It In Three Places.

We Cannot Afford To Be Idle. To Act On A Bad Idea Is Better Than To Not Act At All. Because The Worth Of The Idea Never Becomes Apparent Until You Do It. Sometimes This Idea Can Be The Smallest Thing In The World, A Little Flame That You Hunch Over And Cup With Your Hand, And Pray Will Not Be Extinguished By All The Storm That Howls About It. If You Could Hold Onto That Flame, Great Things Could Construct Around It, That Are Massive And Powerful And World Changing, All Held Up By The Tiniest Of Ideas.

I Was About 12 Years Old And I Was Sitting Watching The Television And It Was Some Kind Of Talent Show, You Know, And On Marches This Monkey, This Ape, In A Pair Of Red-checked Trousers With A Little Matching Jacket Holding A Ukelele And It Started Jigging Around Playing It, And It Was Looking Straight Into The Camera, Straight At Me, And I Remember Thinking, That's It, That'll Be Me, You Know, That'll Be Me.