He's swept with the broom of contempt and the rooms have an empty ring.
You feed it all your woes, the ghostly garden grows.
We call for the three great stimulants of the exhausted ones, artifice, brutality, and innocence.
I am a woman of heart and mind, looking for affection and respect, a little passion.
I thrive on change. That's probably why my chord changes are weird, because chords depict emotions. They'll be going along on one key and I'll drop off a cliff, and suddenly they will go into a whole other key signature. That will drive some people crazy, but that's how my life is.
When I was 19 I went to art school. I had six months of teaching myself to play baritone ukulele under my belt so I was sort of a novice folkie... I was singing folk songs at that time.