When You Sleep I Will

In England, Pop Music Seems Now To Be Exclusively For Children. If An Artist Is No Good, Why Is It Necessary To Have That Artist Repeatedly Rammed In Our Face?

Music Is Like A Drug, But There Are No Rehabilitation Centres.

Now I Know How Joan Of Arc Felt, As The Flames Rose To Her Roman Nose And Her Walkman Started To Melt...

If Met Vic Reeves, I'd Have No Desire Other Than To Smack Him In The Face.

I Am Human And I Need To Be Loved, Just Like Everybody Else Does.