It's Only In Uncertainty That

One Doubt, One Voice, One War, One Truth, One Dream.

Fear, She's The Mother Of Violence.

I Try When I'm Writing To Fill My Head And My Ears With All Sorts Of Stuff And Then Let It Settle And Filter Through. At A Certain Point It Seems Like Fruitless Activity Because You're Taking A Lot Of Time And Not Seeming To Get Anything. And Then, Slowly, You Realize You've Actually Digested Elements And That Your Thinking Is Being Freed Up And The Way You Build Up Compositions Is Changed As A Result Of What You've Been Listening To.

Whenever There's A Camera Around, A Video Or Film Camera, It's A Great Deal Harder For Those In Power To Bury The Story.

Words, They Climb All Over You/'til They Uncover You From Where You Hide.