I write a tiny fraction of what I used to write. My only job used to be to just write songs, and that was a really nice job to have, but only a tiny amount of people heard those songs, and I didn’t make a living from it, and eventually I begged my parents to let me move back into my room.
Maybe one day you’ll understand I don’t want nothing more than to sweetly hold your hand.
This is the way I want to die. Torn apart by angry fans who want me to play a different song.
It feels very good to sing in Russian. It feels so good inside my body.
I figured, ‘If I ever get offered a chance to sign a deal, I’ll only do it if I got to do it how I want.’ So my contract is structured in such a way that I’m really protected.
Luckily, there’s enough people who have recorded songs that I can just go online and kind of figure out how to play them.
The world that has made us can no longer contain us.
Love is the answer to a question that I have forgotten.
And the history books forgot about us, and the bible didn’t mention us.
I also don’t like to make really big records, because I feel then that the songs don’t get enough space to be themselves, so I would never want to make a record that’s like seventeen songs.
It doesn’t feel natural for me to write some diary type song. I want to write a classic like Yesterday but weird songs about meatballs in refrigerators come into my head – I can’t help it.
A man destined to hang can never drown.
Every morning I wake up with a purpose and a smirk.
Songs kind of live in a timeless place for me, and since I make records I dunno, about every two-and-a-half to three years or something like that, it’s just not enough to put all the songs that I have, no matter how much I put.
Its not like I have all the answers.
I’ve got a perfect body, ’cause my eyelashes catch my sweat.
I don’t really make records chronologically.
I don’t kiss losers and I don’t kiss winners, and I don’t fight for honor ’cause we all are born sinners.
I’ve done that kind of stuff in records, where you start going back and you want to just redo everything, destroy everything, because you think it all sucks and you can do it better.
Maybe I am skipping over the city and going from very personal things to the world, from internal experience to giant, far-away-from-space experience.