All in all you're just another brick in the wall

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.

...why is an artist an artist? Artists simply do feel and see things in a different way to other people. In a way it's a blessing, but it can also be a terrible curse. There's a great deal of satisfaction to be earned from it but often it's also a terrible burden.

You run and you run to catch up to the sun but it's sinking, racing around to come up behind you again.

All in all you're just another brick in the wall

Did you see the frightened ones, Did you hear the falling bombs, Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter in the promise of a brave new world unfurlled beaneath the clear blue skies. Good bye blue skies.

Either you write songs or you don't. And if you do write songs like I do, I think there's a natural desire to want to make records.