I Felt Pressured By Continuous

Ballet For A Rainy Day Silent Film Of Melting Miracle Play Dancing Out There Through My Window To The Backdrop Of A Slow Descending Grey

I've Always Liked The Idea Of Improvised Music. Improvised Anything. It's What Conversation Is.

Come English Settlement, I Had It In My Head That I Didn't Want To Tour.

Other Lands Became A Larder Full Of All The Good Things All We Had To Do Was Go And Take Blood The Colour Of The Rain That Grew Our Wicked Harvest Black The Colour Icing On Our Cake

It's Sort Of What Jazz Would Be If It Stopped Being Snobby And What Rock Would Be If It Stopped Being Stupid.