People are always asking me what my lyrics mean. Does it mean this, does it mean that, that’s all anybody wants to know. F**k them, darling. I say what any decent poet would say if you dared ask him to analyze his work: If you see it, dear, then it’s there. … I think my melodies are superior to my lyrics. … I was never too keen on the British music press. They’ve called us a supermarket hype, and they used to suggest that we didn’t write our own songs.
