In A Coma, You Don't Dream, You

You Can't Manufacture Inspiration, So A Lot Of It Is Still A Waiting Game For Me. There's Still A Lot Of Mystery To Songwriting. I Don't Have A Method That I Can Go Back To - They Either Come Or They Don't.

For A Song I Was Bought Now I Lie When I Talk With A Careful Eye On The Cue Card. Onto A Stage I Was Pushed, With My Sorrow Well Rehearsed. So Give Me All Your Pity And Your Money, Now (all Of It).

I Think There's So Much About Rasta Culture That's Interesting. Just The Idea Of Preaching One-ness, That We're All In This Together.

I Think That Obviously The Quest For Purpose, Or Meaning, Or Understanding To Existence Is Something That I Always Think About, Always Deal With. I Guess Everybody Does - That Existential Crisis Of Human Condition. It's Nothing New. But I'd Love To Come Across Something That Really Made Me Believe In Something.

When I Try To Explain To People The Big Influences In My Life, Or At Least When I First Started, The Most Important Ones Were My Friends Who Were Also Writing Songs And Were Typically Four Or Five Years Older Than Me.