What You're Really After When

Love Is A State That I Would Like To Exist In Continuously.

I Don't Feel I'm Thrown Around By The Winds Of Taste And Fashion.

People Think I'm A Miserable Sod But It's Only Because I Get Asked Such Bloody Miserable Questions.

Some Are Exploring The World Through The Subconscious. I've Done That On Occasions For Various Reasons, Whether It Be Illness Or Self Abuse, Or Whatever. Once Things Start To Look Grotesque I Don't Write Them Or Sing Them. I Couldn't Write Them - Making Nightmares Into Living Daylight...the Minute It Gets Dark I Shoot Back, Retreat.

To My Undying Shame, I Do Read Reviews. I Don't Read Them All, But I Like To Get Some Kind Of Idea How Things Are Going.