I lost myself to music at a very early age, and I remained there.

Well, I'm a Catholic by birth and you can never shed it.

It could be construed that the reason I wouldn't wish to live in England is the immigration explosion. And that's not true at all.

And though I walk home alone, my faith in love is still devout.

I have found the best way to avoid ending your life as a bitter wreck is to start out as one.

Hold on to your friends. Resist - or move on Be mad, be rash Smoke and explode Sell all of your clothes Just bear in mind: There just might come a time When you need some friends

Popular music is slowly being laid to rest in every conceivable way... the ashes are already about us if we could but notice them.