Come English Settlement, I Had It In

I Believe The Printed Word Is More Than Sacred Beyond The Gauge Of Good Or Bad The Human Right To Let Your Soul Fly Free And Naked Above The Violence Of The Fearful And Sad

For A Heart Without Love Is A Song With No Words And A Tune To Which No One Is Listening So Your Heart Must Give Love And You'll Find That You Shine Like Rain On The Leaves You'll Be Glistening.

I Actually Got Really Petrified By The Thought Of People Seeing Me.

It's Very Schizophrenic Because I Like A Lot Of Very Straight Pop, Like Small Faces, Stones, Kinks; And On The Other Hand, I Like A Lot Of Avant Garde Things.

Other Lands Became A Larder Full Of All The Good Things All We Had To Do Was Go And Take Blood The Colour Of The Rain That Grew Our Wicked Harvest Black The Colour Icing On Our Cake