Jim Bob: "Oh yeah (looking at the lyric sheet), I remember writing this one. Yeh, I think it's one of those confused songs that starts out about one thing and then turns into something else and then something else."
Interviewer: Sounds to me like you lost the plot halfway through.
Jim Bob: "Yeah, it does sort of go off at tangents a bit. I mean, it's like, y'know, the first half really is just like a love song, it's someone basically asking someone to come home; you know, they're at home and the other person is off shagging around . . . And then in the middle for some reason it goes into
this, er... "
Interviewer: What do you mean "for some reason"? You wrote the blighter didn't You?
Jimbob carries on, hesitant and oblivious,
Jim Bob: "... this big piece, right, of me being . . . well it just goes a bit weird on me. I don't really understand it. There's sort of a great feeling of optimism and then the end of it is just an obituary of people who've died of AIDS."
Jim Bob: "Oh yeah (looking at the lyric sheet), I remember writing this one. Yeh, I think it's one of those confused songs that starts out about one thing and then turns into something else and then something else."
Interviewer: Sounds to me like you lost the plot halfway through.
Jim Bob: "Yeah, it does sort of go off at tangents a bit. I mean, it's like, y'know, the first half really is just like a love song, it's someone basically asking someone to come home; you know, they're at home and the other person is off shagging around . . . And then in the middle for some reason it goes into this, er... "
Interviewer: What do you mean "for some reason"? You wrote the blighter didn't You? Jimbob carries on, hesitant and oblivious,
Jim Bob: "... this big piece, right, of me being . . . well it just goes a bit weird on me. I don't really understand it. There's sort of a great feeling of optimism and then the end of it is just an obituary of people who've died of AIDS."