They Lay On Their Heathery Beds And Listened To All The Sounds Of The Night. They Heard The Little Grunt Of A Hedgehog Going By. They Saw The Flicker Of Bats Overhead. They Smelt The Drifting Scent Of Honeysuckle, And The Delicious Smell Of Wild Thyme Crushed Under Their Bodies. A Reed-warbler Sang A Beautiful Little Song In The Reeds Below, And Then Another Answered.
The Dead Made This World. We Didn't Make It. They Made The Poetry And The Songs And The Customs.
The World Belongs Primarily To The Dead, And We Only Rent It From Them For A Little While. They Created It, They Wrote Its Literature And Its Songs, And They Are Deeply Invested In How Children Are Treated, Because The Children Are The Ones Who Will Keep It Going. The Idea That Each Of Us Has The Right To Change Everything Is A Deep Insult To Them.
I Write Songs About My Own Experiences. You Can't Lie To Yourself. You Can't Pose To Yourself.
To Get Up On Stage With A Band Is Fantastic. To Play Songs To An Audience Is Mindblowing.
On The Song 'dangerous,' It Feels Like A Teenager Picking Up A New Instrument And Writing Something With All Of That Naive Excitement.
It's Always Nice To Be Able To Capture Your Life's Experiences In A Song And Hold The Emotion In That Way.
In A Way Song Writing Can Almost Be Detrimental, Because Suddenly You Find An Outlet That Is A Kind Of Cheating. You Don't Need To Have Direct Communication. You Can Say, 'i Can't Describe It To You, But I Will Record It And Send It To You.'
It's Taken A Long Time But Eventually When I Had The Songs In Place And Demos Right And I Found Myself A Manager, That's When Everything Started Happening Quickly But I Think That's Always The Way It Is.
The Song Is About Love, Life, Fear And Hope... And More Than Anything, You... And Me...
