The mind has so many pictures Why can't I sleep with my eyes open? The mind has so many memories Can you remember what it looks like when I cry? I'm trying, trying to tell you All that I can in a sweet and velvet tongue But no words ever could sell you Sell you on me after all that I have done.

Guess the world needs both sun And the moon too Sad with what I have except for you.

I do not consider myself a guitar player. My father is a guitar player - I'm not.

There's prejudice everywhere. I don't think the music industry is as bad as the movie industry. But I have taken a few hits over the years for my sexuality, and for being honest about my life. In the end, it's the music that rules the roost.

When it came to using elements of your personal life in your work, my mother was the master, or the mistress. There were three or four songs she wrote about my father - songs about failed love.

I'm not a terrible smoker, actually. My major addiction, which is horrible, is straight boys.

I've been thinking of trying my hand at rap. I've been recording snippets on my BlackBerry.