You Write A Scene, And

You Don't Meet A Lot Of People That You Really Like. I Don't Anyway.

God Has Matured. He Is Not The Impulsive, Bowelless Being Of The Testaments - The Vehement Glorymonger, With His Bag Of Cheap Carny Tricks And His Booming Voice - The Fiery Huckster With His Burning Bushes And His Wonder Wands. Nowadays God Knows What He Wants And He Knows Who He Wants.

Most Of The Time, Feelings Just Seem To Get In The Way. They're A Luxury For The Idle, A Bourgeois Concept. Feelings Are Overrated.

Out Of Sorrow Entire Worlds Have Been Built Out Of Longing Great Wonders Have Been Willed They're Only Little Tears Darling Let Them Spill And Lay Your Head Upon My Shoulder.

I'm An Australian, And When I Grew Up Much Of My Influences Were American - Blues Music And Country Music, All That Sort Of Thing.