Nothing pleases me more than to go into a room and come out with a piece of music.
There will be an answer. Let it be.
None of us wanted to be the bass player. In our minds he was the fat guy who always played at the back.
The long and winding road that leads to your door / Will never disappear, / I've seen that road before it always leads me here, / Leads me to your door.
Microphones are just like people, if you shout at them, they get scared.
I took my brains out and stretched them on the rack, now I'm not too sure I'm gonna get them back.