Jesus was all right, but his disciples were thick and ordinary. It's them twisting it that ruins it for me.

I'd always felt repressed. We were all so pressurised that there was hardly any chance of expressing ourselves, especially working at that rate, touring continually and always kept in a cocoon of myths and dreams.

I mean People come up and ask for autographs or say hi but they wont bug you.

Yeah we all shine on, like the moon, and the stars, and the sun.

And God help Bruce Springsteen when they decide he's no longer God... They'll turn on him, and I hope he survives it.

We'd also have to infiltrate the army too, because they are well trained to kill us all.

Pools of sorrow. Waves of joy.