I don't like to make fluffy little songs, but now I want to make some light songs.
Sex sells everything and sex kills.
Rolling Stone hates me. They must have an editorial policy to do me in for many years.
I'd had a rough childhood.
I assume there must be some kind of genetic thrust. My two grandmothers were very different, but both of them were frustrated musicians.
My heart is broken in the face of the stupidity of my species.