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Cynicism And Defensiveness Are Two Things Constantly Levelled At Me. Look, I've Got Time For People, I'm Good Mannered. I Usually Find That When You're Down, Nobody Has A Bloody Minute For You. If I Was A Nobody, You Wouldn't Even Talk To Me. People, In General, Don't Like You Being Upfront And Civil. They Hate You For It. They Label You A Cynic 'cos You're Reasonable.

You Searched Through All My Poets, From Sappho Through To Auden, I Saw The Book Fall From Your Hands, As You Slowly Died Of Boredom.

In The Hysterical Technocracy Of Modern Music, Sorrow Is Sent To The Back Of The Class Where It Sits, Pissing Its Pants In Mortal Terror.

Oh, A Passing, Skeptical Kind Of Interest. I'm A Hammer-and-nails Kind Of Guy.

An Audience Is The Perfect Thing To Unleash Venom And Hate On. It Doesn't Necessarily Mean You Hate Everyone In The Audience But When You've Got A So-called Adoring Mass In Front Of You, It's A Perfect Target For That Kind Of Disgust. Sometimes You Find Yourself In A Position Where You're Venting Your Disgust On An Audience And A Lot Of Them Keep Coming Back 'cos They Actually Like That Aspect. In A Way That Diffuses The Feeling And You Don't Gel The Same Release.