I Couldn't Feel So I Learned To

Coroner's Inquest: Death By Drowning. And He Hasn't Been To The Sea-shore In Ten Years.

You've Got A Deadline. Well, I Do, Too: Death.

I Told The Truth, I Didn't Come To Fool You

It's Inappropriate For An Elderly Chap To Register, You Know, Authentically, His Feelings, You Know, Because They Really Can Be Interpreted. So You Have To Get Quite Covert As You Get Older. Or You Have To Find Some Avuncular Way, You Know, Of Responding.

I'm Writing All The Time. And As The Songs Begin To Coalesce, I'm Not Doing Anything Else But Writing. I Wish I Were One Of Those People Who Wrote Songs Quickly. But I'm Not. So It Takes Me A Great Deal Of Time To Find Out What The Song Is.