People Think That I Popped

My Voice Went Recently, Never Happened Before, Off Like A Tap. I Had To Sit In Silence For Nine Days, Chalkboard Around My Neck. Like An Old-school Mime. Like A Kid In The Naughty Corner. Like A Victorian Mute.

My Body Doesn't Have Any Rhythm, You Know. I've Got Quite Good Rhythm When I'm Singing But My Feet Are Very Much Two Left Feet.

People Think That I Popped Out Of My Mother's Womb Singing 'chasing Pavements'.

I'm Very Confident. Even When I Read People Saying Horrible Stuff About My Weight.

Sometimes With Pop Music, You Have To See It To Love It. With Soul Music, It's Sparse. There's Nothing That's Pretentious Or Planned. It's Just So Gutsy.