St. Vincent (musician)

"You're a supplement, You're a salve, You're a bandage, pull it off I can quit you, cut it out. You're a patient, iron lung."

"I think I love you I think I'm mad."

"The unkissed girls and boys of paradise Are lining up around the block Back pockets full of dynamite While their neighbors talk and talk."

"Just like an amnesiac, trying to get my senses back. Oh where did they go."

"I traded my plot of land for a plane to anywhere Oh where did you go. And I can't see the future but I know it's watching me. All my old friends aren't so friendly And all my old haunts are now haunting me."

"I wish I had a gentle mind and a spine made up of iron."

"Honey can you reach the spots that need oiling and fixing. H E L P Help Me."

"If you want we could go somewhere else."

"We're sleeping underneath the bed to scare The monsters out With our dear daddy's Smith and Wesson. We've got to teach them all a lesson."

"Honey the party went away quickly, but thats the trouble with ticking and talking."

"Oh but I'd pay anything to keep my conscience clean. I'm keeping my eyes on the the exit sign. Steady now."

"I'm just the same but brand new And anything you wrote I checked for codes and clues."

"The keys are in my pocket and they rattle you awake."

"I always looked at any instrument as just a tool, an expressive voice to write with. It even differs from guitar to guitar. Some guitars demand that you play them delicately and really respect the instrument, and some beg to be abused. Same with piano. I know with guitar, I'm intimate with it enough to know when I put my fingers here, it will sound like this. I prefer writing on piano because it's always a surprise."

"A lot of the songs have a duality about them; one part is totally sincere, and there's another part that is kind of smirking and making light of it all. Or there's a very dark streak about it."

"I like the material, which makes it easy to sort of delve into it, and then also I was too tired to be nervous. I was just happy. The anxiety, the anxious energy was not there, because I was too exhausted."

"I love the idea that something would be whimsical, and like "delightful", you know, but also disgusting — so I like this sort of, you know, a really gnarly guitar — really gross, disgusting guitar and then a — really a whimsical... — it's one of those things you can only describe in sort of awkward hand gestures and eye motions. Imagine!"

"I think anyone who is creative or self-aware in any way, there’s like a humility to it, or I should say a humiliation to it. But there’s also a self-delusion — the provisional ego, as my uncle would call it. The self-delusion is the thing that makes you go, oh you know what, all the music that I’ve ever loved in the world, I want to be a part of that — hey, listen to what I have to say, it’s really important, it’s going to matter.” You can’t apologize your way into people’s hearts ... You have to go full force."

"Leaden trumpets spit the soot of power they say "I'm on your side when nobody is, cause nobody is. Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear""

"We are waiting on a telegram to give us news of the fall I am sorry to report dear Paris is burning after all We have taken to the streets in open rejoice revolting We are dancing a black waltz — fair Paris is burning after all."

"Sticks and stones have made me smarter it's words that cut me under my armor they say..."