You know you are a sweet little heart breaker, foxy lady.

This morning came on to me, silver wings silhouetted against the child's sunrise.

Promotion with my name only, that's all I have to do with it.

If the mountains fell in the sea, Let it be, it ain't me. Got my own world to live through And I ain't gonna copy you. Now, if 6 turned up to be 9, I don't mind, I don't mind. If all the hippies cut off their hair, I don't care, I don't care. Did, 'cos I got my own world to live through And I ain't gonna copy you.

I want to thank you my sweet darling for digging in the mud and picking me up.

Manic depression is a frustratin' mess.

The way I write things, I just write them with a clash between reality and fantasy mostly. You have to use fantasy to show different sides of reality; it's how it can bend.