I actually got really petrified by the thought of people seeing me.

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

People will always be tempted to wipe their feet on anything with 'welcome' written on it.

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.

I don't like touring and it seemed to be getting on top of me in a big way.

Now that I'm out and I'm shouting in doorways Freed from a love more like murder I should be singing but in liberation Feel like a ship with no rudder.

Come English Settlement, I had it in my head that I didn't want to tour.