It just takes a long time for me [to write a song]. I'm very slow. And it comes, kind of, by dribbles and drops.
You were Marlon Brando, I was Steve McQueen, you were K.Y. Jelly, I was Vaseline.
And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer, what can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I'm glad you stood in my way
English, I know you ... you are German with a license to kill.
The less I was of who I was, the better I felt.
Seriousness is not Calvinistic, it's not a renunciation, it's the very opposite of that.