Blue jean baby, LA lady, seamstress for the band. Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man. Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand.

Holy Moses, let us live in peace. Let us strive to find a way to make all hatred cease. There's a man over there, what's his colour I don't care, he's my brother, let us live in peace.

I just wish more of my fellow queers would come out sometimes. It's nice out here, you know?

Because, I figured that, because I was a successful man, I was wealthy, I was, you know, seemingly intelligent - even that I am not intelligent enough to ask for help.

What we should be doing as musicians is trying to bring people together.

I hate to say this, but I always listen to the music and the instrumentation first, and then grab on to the lyrics later.

Anyone who lip-synchs in public on stage when you pay 75 pounds to see them should be shot.