When I wrote the song, I had the sea near Bombay in mind. We stayed at a hotel by the sea, and the fishermen come up at five in the morning and they were all chanting. And we went on the beach and we got chased by a mad dog - big as a donkey.

Hate builds up from the childhood when your world was a slum, but you haven’t got the right to blow it to kingdom come.

Those three chords were part of my life – G, F, Bb – yeh, it is, it is, and I can’t help noticing it. But there have been other things nearly as close to it which people haven’t noticed, other things we have done.

My girlfriend’s packed her bags and moved out to another town, she couldn’t stand the boredom when the video broke down.

Well I’m not dumb, but I can’t understand why she walked like a woman, but talked like a man.

You’re dumb, but don’t give in.

I’m easy driving, But I’m not a person who loves living pleasantly above all else. I’m not that way at all. I might think I’m that, but I’m not really that.

It doesn’t matter who you are, there are stars in every city, in every house, and on every street.

I don’t think England is that gray but India is like a long drone.

Don’t get depressed when you read the press about world revolution and social unrest. Try not to panic when you switch on the news and see crooked politicians and unemployment queues.