I know people sometimes have this fantasy about Cornwall. But the Cornish are so grounded.

Have a seat, while I take to the sky.

In real life I'm bone dry and when I play I'm a mango and in sex I'm starving to be a dripping mango

I was fascinated to think about a place where men could be the mothers and I thought of my own song-writing and I decided to have a relationship with their daughters.

I gave up trying to please others and started playing for myself, and because I love music, things naturally happened then. Funny how that works.

I find that in the 21st century, there's not a lot of compassion for what other people are going through or the walk that they have to walk.

If all I can say is I'm not in this swamp, I'm not in this swamp then there is not a rope in front of me and there is not an alligator behind me and there is not a girl sitting at the edge eating a hot dog and if I believe that, then dying would be the only answer because then Death couldn't come and say Peachy to me anymore and after all she has a brother who believes in hope.