Hamlet Got A Gun Now.

Sorrow's Child Grieves Not What Has Passed, But All The Past Still Yet To Come.

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.

Everybody Tends To Overplay Live. That's Just The Nature Of Playing Live. And That Can Be Great, But It Can Also Kill Something That's Special, And Intimate, About A Recorded Version Of A Song. You Find Out Very Quickly Which Songs You Can Play, And Which Songs You Do Damage To By Playing Them Live.

I Have To Be Able To See The Thing That's Going On That I'm Writing About, Or Else It Just Doesn't Make Any Sense To Me.

God Has Matured. He Is Not The Impulsive, Bowelless Being Of The Testaments - The Vehement Glorymonger, With His Bag Of Cheap Carny Tricks And His Booming Voice - The Fiery Huckster With His Burning Bushes And His Wonder Wands. Nowadays God Knows What He Wants And He Knows Who He Wants.