I've always assumed there's a dark river flowing beneath my fans' desires.
I am hated for loving. I am haunted for wanting.
I'm just happy being dumpy. Dumpy, fat and middle-aged.
I'd rather produce art than become art.
Don't leave it all unsaid, somewhere in the wasteland of your head.
I am stuck in the dream of an album that sells well not because of marketing, but because people like the songs.