You Can't Go On Stage And Live

This Is A Mad Planet," David Bowie Said In 1971. "it's Doomed To Madness.

When I'm Stuck For A Closing To A Lyric, I Will Drag Out My Last Resort: Overwhelming Illogic.

What I Do Is I Write Mainly About Very Personal And Rather Lonely Feelings, And I Explore Them In A Different Way Each Time. You Know, What I Do Is Not Terribly Intellectual. I'm A Pop Singer For Christ's Sake. As A Person, I'm Fairly Uncomplicated.

The End Comes When The Infinites Arrive.

Some Make You Sing And Some Make You Scream. One Makes You Wish That You'd Never Been Seen. But There's A Shop On The Corner That's Selling Papier Mache, Making Bullet-proof Faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay. If You Want It, Boys, Get It Here, Thing.