Lyricists play with words.
One may not eat what has a face.
Trumpets are a bit more adventurous; they're drunk! Trumpeters are generally drunk. It wets their whistle.
My dad, bless him, was a musician. And his dad had thought that his music was rubbish.
There are only four people who knew what the Beatles were about anyway.
I'm not into, Hey, what's your sign? or any of that. But I don't know how I got here, and I don't know how I write songs. I don't know why I breathe.