I'm Really Interested In Bands

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

Now That I'm Out And I'm Shouting In Doorways Freed From A Love More Like Murder I Should Be Singing But In Liberation Feel Like A Ship With No Rudder.

I Actually Got Really Petrified By The Thought Of People Seeing Me.

I Believe The Printed Word Is More Than Sacred Beyond The Gauge Of Good Or Bad The Human Right To Let Your Soul Fly Free And Naked Above The Violence Of The Fearful And Sad

I Actually Think The Creative Process Is Finite, And I'm Wondering Whether I've Retched Everything Up. Because It's Like Vomiting Or Shitting.