Rebel, Rebel, You've Torn Your

I Never Could Get Over The Fact That The Pixies Formed, Worked And Separated Without America Taking Them To Its Heart Or Even Recognizing Their Existence For The Most Part.

And I Think My Spaceship Knows Which Way To Go.

For Here Am I Sitting In A Tin Can, Far Above The World. Planet Earth Is Blue, And There's Nothing I Can Do.

My Work Is Really The Accumulation Of These Different Moods That I've Had Throughout My Life And Where They've Taken Me. I Start Looking Back, And I Think, I've Actually Created A Life Out Of All This, Out Of These Changes Of Mood. They've Pushed Me Through All These Years, And I Seem To Have A Semblance Of A Life, And If I Look Very Carefully, I Can See Some Thematic Design To It. There's Some Continuity.

Tony Visconti And I Had Been Wanting To Work Together Again For A Few Years Now. Both Of Us Had Fairly Large Commitments And For A Long Time We Couldn't See A Space In Which We Could Get Anything Together.