I’m in competition with myself and I’m losing.
I was faced with a choice: to deny my addiction and embrace that ‘comfortably numb’ but ‘magicless’ existence, or accept the burden of insight, take the road less travelled, and embark on the often painful journey to discover who I was and where I fit.
Can’t you see it all makes perfect sense, expressed in dollars and cents, pounds shillings and pence, can’t you see it all; makes perfect sense.
I feel I have the potential to reach an audience beyond anything I can imagine.
There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it’s all dark.
You take the risk of being rejected. If you have pretentions to be an artist of any kind, you have to take the risk of people rejecting you and thinking you’re an arsehole.
You run and you run to catch up to the sun but it’s sinking, racing around to come up behind you again.
All you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be.
Long you live and high you fly. And smiles you’ll give and tears you’ll cry. And all you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be.