Chris Ehemalige / Former Er / He Etwas / Some Gebraucht / Used Habe / Got Ihm / Him Junk Leben / Live Mail Rock Will / Wants Wohnung / Apartment
I thought it was great being the only girl in the room. I loved the attention. After I got used to it, I didn't want to be the only girl in the room. I had no one to talk to.
An artist is he for whom the goal and center of life is to form his mind.
Like many alcoholics, I was a staggering woman in a chic apartment, sick and utterly disgusting.
I didn't want to be a former child actor for the rest of my life, although in some ways I suppose I am. I am going to be that.
I grew up homeless, you know, lived in and out of U-Haul trucks and, you know, apartment houses, friends.
I've seen a ghost in my bathroom with no face, this is true by the way, and I had a yo-yo that rolled up a hill in my apartment. My place is a little slanted. I have no idea how that happened.
I got married because I fell in love with this woman. I had a baby with her because we wanted to have children. But that's not because of some philosophical ideal at all, no.
Hey, Christian rock, if you want to be good, stop copying U2. U2 already did it. You know what I mean? There's a lot of U2-esque Christian rock.
The theme for me is love and the lack of it. We all want that and we don't know how to get it, and everything we do is some kind of attempt to capture it for ourselves.
