You make me feel like a candy apple, red and horny.
Hitler's brothers are on the rise, they're wearing everyday disguises.
Far away, to an infinite world I escape. I'm clear and calm, I'm unafraid. Sunless days, in my sheltered milkyway. In Saturn's rings I feel no pain.
I'm glad I made a piece of art that can be interpreted so widely. Art is always interpreted subjectively
I see my albums as working diaries, as living scrapbooks of me and my life.
I hope and believe we are paving a better future for female artists to come