I’ve always said that Noel was the poet of the family.

Same as Gary Kemp.

The writers get a rough ride…as in Sunset Boulevard.

So I start a revolution from my bed
‘Cause you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside, summertime’s in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain’t ever gonna burn my heart out

Poets write/speak/live from the heart. NOT THE MIND.

Listen and watch ?

Or not. Sidhe knows all about Free Will :o)