I Actually Think The Creative Process Is

Ballet For A Rainy Day Silent Film Of Melting Miracle Play Dancing Out There Through My Window To The Backdrop Of A Slow Descending Grey

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

Anyway, I Collapsed In France In The Middle Of A Tour. I Hadn't Been Eating Properly, I Was Getting Very Phobic About Audiences, And I Collapsed In Pure Fright.

By The Early '70s I Had Gotten Reasonable And I Started To Get In Hundreds Of Groups That Rehearsed And Never Played At All. I Mean, The Most Important Thing Was To Look Good And Have A Great Name.

Brain Gets Bent, Heart Gets Broken You Can't Jump Off Once The Pages Turn School Is Out But Never Over That's The Only Lesson You Can Learn