My mother always told me, even if a song has been done a thousand times, you can still bring something of your own to it. I'd like to think I did that.
“May I say, if you were suddenly put into a woman's body, wouldn't you be slightly interested in your breasts, and why people look at certain parts of you, and why certain parts move like they do?”
“In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.”