Songs really are like a form of time travel because they really have moved forward in a bubble. Everyone who's connected with it, the studio's gone, the musicians are gone, and the only thing that's left is this recording which was only about a three-minute period maybe 70 years ago.

Let me fall out of the window/ With confetti in my hair

On my gravestone, I want it to say, "I told you I was sick."

I don't really like listening to the radio so much.

He said, I'm better off without her, until I showed him my tattoo.

You're my North Star when I'm lost and feeling blue.

I'm not fighting for justice. I am not fighting for freedom. I am fighting for my life and another day in the world here.