I have seen one or two psychiatrists. They just sit and nod and doodle.
One can have great concern for the people of Ethiopia, but it's another thing to inflict daily torture on the people of England.
I'm just happy being dumpy. Dumpy, fat and middle-aged.
Does the body rule the mind or does the mind rule the body? I dunno.
Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me?
I've always done quite well as far as the charts are concerned. And yet I always felt I conveyed the spirit of the music I love, which didn't have any chart success.