St. Vincent Quotes

The drug issue is hard to separate from a class issue, an education issue, a wonky foreign policy issue, and a race issue. What I do know is, be it caffeine, alcohol, cocaine, or adrenaline, let's face it: people like to get high. From Starbucks to Budweiser to your own brain, everybody's a pusher these days. If I could substitute another drug to be consumed in the country as much as alcohol is, it would be helium from children's birthday party balloons. Try not laughing when someone sounds like a chipmunk!

Marry me, John, I'll be so good to you — You won't realize I'm gone, You won't realize I'm gone.

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

As for me I would have to agree, I'm as fickle as a paper doll being kicked by the wind — when I touch down again I'll be in someone elses arms

In a really great way, you simultaneously try to take up as little and as much space as possible.

Here's an awesome tour story: I was playing these two shows last fall in Europe, we played at Reykjavík, and the three or four days we were in Reykjavík happened to be the one and only Sugarcubes reunion show… So it was like, tour of a lifetime.

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.

I still remember going to the CD store and buying The Sensual World when I was 16, and the cover — there was a rose in front of her mouth, that has bloomed, she's got big wide eyes, and I remember, you know, putting it on the shitty car stereo on the way home, you know — and my life was forever changed.

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.

Come, my love, the stage is waiting, Be the one to save my saving grace.

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

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.

Honey what reveals you is what you hide away.

The first thing I did when I picked up any instrument, when I was five years old, was write a song. It's kind of funny; I thought about it, statements that it's a "solo effort" — it's kind of like, "Oh, well I've been doing this since I was five." I was kind of doing this before I did anything else.