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"I’ve chosen this poem because like, growing up, my old man was in uniform like in the army, and he’d come and go wherever…Bosnia, Ireland and all over the place. And I dunno, getting on stage with a guitar, all we ever wanted to do was fucking cause a riot. D’you know what I mean? We wanted to be on the front line. It’s like ‘smug faced crowd with kindling eyes’ - You’re cheering us but, actually, do you know what? we’re singing fucking really sad songs and we’re in agony. That’s the problem, ‘cause you’re celebrating something that is essentially like ripping the heart out of your baby."

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Opaque  by  andbamnan