If After Two Weeks You

The Soul Needs Attention Like The Body Needs To Breath.

I Think When You Write Songs, You Write About People... People Are The Source Of My Material. And London Is A Wonderful Place To Be For People. So, The Next Time You're Sitting In A Park Somewhere, And You See Someone Like Me Looking At You, Don't Phone The Police. I'm Just Writing

Goods Gone Bad, But Right Is Wrong, And I Don't Know Which Side I'm On Lately.

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.

Everybody Needs Some Inspiration, Everybody Needs Some Motivation, Mix It Up With Some Imagination, And Use Your Natural Gifts.