It’s so shameful of me: I like you.
It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.
The only thing that could possibly save British politics would be Margaret Thatcher’s assassin.
I always thought my genitals were the result of some crude practical joke.
Whenever I go past McDonalds I get very, very angry.
He is pushing his face in all the time and telling us about his private life. Nobody’s interested. He should just go away.
I see myself rather like an old discarded dishrag.
If met Vic Reeves, I’d have no desire other than to smack him in the face.
If a double decker bus Crashes into us To die by your side Oh the pleasure, the prvilige is mine.
I don’t perform. Seals perform.
Now this might disturb you, but I find I’m OK by myself; and I don’t need you or your benevolence to make sense.
And though I walk home alone, my faith in love is still devout.
I don’t like myself very much as a person, but I’m proud of what I create.
And if you ever need self-validation, Just meet me in the alley by the railway station.
You made me feel less alone; you made me feel not quite so deformed, uninformed and hunchbacked.
Bob Geldof is a nauseating character. Band Aid was the most self-righteous platform ever in the history of popular music.
I am stuck in the dream of an album that sells well not because of marketing, but because people like the songs.
Pop music has progressed. The singing voice has changed dramatically in pop music, and people now just sing the way they want to, in their speaking voice, instead of putting on some great transatlantic rock and roll sneer.
I don’t think I’ve ever made a conscious effort to alter the sound. I don’t see the point. I have to remain true to how I sing. I’m perfectly happy with what I am. Whatever that is.
The Internet has obviously wiped music off the human map – killed the record shop, and killed the patience of labels who consider debut sales of 300,000 to not be good enough.
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.