A Lot Of My Songs Are Fantasy.

A Lot Of My Songs Are Fantasy. I Can Dream Up All Kinds Of Things. That's The Kind Of World I Live In. It's Very Sort Of Flamboyant, And That's The Kind Of Way I Write. I Love It

Oh, I Was Not Made For Heaven. No, I Don't Want To Go To Heaven. Hell Is Much Better. Think Of All The Interesting People You're Going To Meet Down There!

I'm Not Afraid To Speak Out, And Say Things That I Want To Do, Or Do The Things That I Want To Do, So Um, I Think In The End, Being Natural, And Being, Being Actually Genuine Is What Wins.

People Are Always Asking Me What My Lyrics Mean. Does It Mean This, Does It Mean That, That's All Anybody Wants To Know. F**k Them, Darling. I Say What Any Decent Poet Would Say If You Dared Ask Him To Analyze His Work: If You See It, Dear, Then It's There. ... I Think My Melodies Are Superior To My Lyrics. ... I Was Never Too Keen On The British Music Press. They've Called Us A Supermarket Hype, And They Used To Suggest That We Didn't Write Our Own Songs.

Is This The Real Life? Is This Just Fantasy? Caught In A Landslide, No Escape From Reality. Open Your Eyes, Look Up To The Skies And See, I'm Just A Poor Boy, I Need No Sympathy, Because I'm Easy Come, Easy Go, Little High, Little Low, Any Way The Wind Blows Doesn't Really Matter To Me, To Me.