You can blow out a candle, but you can’t blow out a fire.
Concerning iTunes, the deals have mainly been done with the record companies. But the artists, with some exceptions, haven’t been very well-represented. This is partly because the record companies have largely been copyright owners.
When we started OD2 in 1999, we were really expecting to work more with independents and so on because the major labels were spending millions on their own Pressplay and equivalents online, which haven’t been very successful.
Holding still for a moment, what a moment this is, Oh for a moment of forgetting, a moment of bliss.
In your eyes I see the doorway to a thousand churches.
The outside world is black and white with only one color dead.
I’m a bit cynical that it ever will be addressed properly. I think it is healthy to get some sort of copyright protection. But some of it has gone on forever.
They think so small, they use small words. But not me, I’m smarter than that, I’ve worked it out. I’m stretching my mouth to let those big words come on out.
The earthly power sucks shadowed milk from sleepy tears undone, from nippled skin as smooth as silk the bugles blown as one.
Once the flames begin to catch the wind will blow it higher, oh Biko, Biko.
I think one of the things about writing in the studio is that the song hasn’t matured, if you like, so quite often the vocals are early attempts. Whereas once you’ve taken it out on the road a bit, you learn more about a song.
With this darkness all around me, I like to be liked. In this emptiness and fear, I want to be wanted. Cause I love to be loved.
I stood in this unsheltered place, ’til I could see the face behind the face.
I love 5.1. Sometimes you can’t squeeze everything in comfortably into a stereo picture. There is a lot more space in a 5.1 environment.
I like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear.
With the man in the woman, and the woman in the man. In the blood of Eden lie the woman and the man.
Everybody nose dive, hold your breath, count to five. Back slap, booby trap, cover it up in bubble wrap. Room shake, earth quake, find a way to stay awake. It’s going to blow, it’s going to break, this is more than I can take.
With no guilt and no shame, no sorrow or blame. Whatever it is, we are all the same.
From the pain comes the dream. From the dream comes the vision. From the vision come the people. From the people comes the power. From this power come the change.
Yeah, in the digital world, it is so much easier to put stuff out without a great deal of paraphernalia and fanfare.
Hey, I said, you can keep my things they’ve come to take me home.