Eltern / Parents Gerade / Straight Gezogen / Pulled Jane Küche / Kitchen Küchentisch / Kitchen Table Lieder / Songs Menge / Lot Sehen / See Singen / Sing Tabelle / Table Zusammen / Together
I lost my hair mixing a substance called white gunpowder on the kitchen table.
Some of our most exquisite murders have been domestic, performed with tenderness in simple, homey places like the kitchen table.
I started at 5 years old in the kitchen table with my family supporting me. I know where I'm from and I know exactly where I'm going.
On the good days, my mother would haul out the ukulele and we'd sit around the kitchen table - it was a cardboard table with a linoleum top - and sing.
A question I get asked a lot is 'What is it like to play the straight guy all the time?' And I'm totally okay with it.
I've just always loved singing, and I come from a family that loves singing around the kitchen table.
I work a lot with sounds based on stream of consciousness. I like the way it sounds, then I turn it into something that makes more sense.
I just gravitate to those more testosterone-filled sort of parts than me playing something a bit more fairy-like.
I start a lot more songs than I finish, because I realize when I get into them, they're no good. I don't throw them away, I just put them away, store them, get them out of sight.
