I'm Kind Of Old-school And Love Nothing

And I Kissed Away A Thousand Tears My Lady Of The Various Sorrows Some Begged, Some Borrowed, Some Stolen Some Kept Safe For Tomorrow.

I'm Hugely Self-critical In The Morning.

I've Always Been At War With The Guitar. All Vocalists Are Fighting A War With The Electric Rhythm Guitar.

It's Always A Risky Business Inviting Somebody On Stage. You Never Know What They're Going To Do. I Try To Avoid Letting People Join Me Onstage Because It Can Be Very Distracting, And Overly Theatrical.

And I Wish That I Was Made Of Stone So That I Would Not Have To See A Beauty Impossible To Define A Beauty Impossible To Believe A Beauty Impossible To Endure The Blood Imparted In Little Sips The Smell Of You Still On My Hands As I Bring The Cup Up To My Lips No God Up In The Sky No Devil Beneath The Sea Could Do The Job That You Did, Baby Of Bringing Me To My Knees