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In Fact, I Take The View That God, In His Infinite Wisdom, Didn't Bother To Spring For Two Joints - Heaven And Hell. They're The Same Place, But Heaven Is When You Get Everything You Want And You Meet Mummy And Daddy And Your Best Friends And You All Have A Hug And A Kiss And Play Your Harps. Hell Is The Same Place - No Fire And Brimstone - But They Just All Pass By And Don't See You. There's Nothing, No Recognition. You're Waving, “it's Me, Your Father,” But You're Invisible. You're On A Cloud, You've Got Your Harp, But You Can't Play With Nobody Because They Don't See You. That's Hell.

I Can Sustain The Impetus Over The Long Tours We Do Is By Feeding Off The Energy That We Get Back From An Audience. That's My Fuel. All I've Got Is This Burning Energy, Especially When I've Got A Guitar In My Hands.

If You Stay Up, You Get The Songs That Everyone Else Misses Because They're Asleep.

Songwriting's A Weird Game.

You Know, The Bbc Had Not Been Particularly Generous In Its Deliverance Of Blues And Esoteric Kinds Of Music.