Music was what bothered me, what interested me.
You know, when you're relaxed, you're putting it out there, and then it comes, oh, I can do that.
The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl, leaving her small and helpless. Liquor flies through her brain with the force of a gun, leaving her running in circles.
Jealousy endlessly eats through my mind, and jealously endlessly makes me be unkind.
The heart says what only the heart knows.
The music business doesn't interest me anymore.