Songs are as sad as the listener.

Of course it's the same old story. Truth usually is the same old story.

An dem Tag, an dem du denkst, du kannst nicht mehr besser werden, fängst du an, immer den gleichen Song zu spielen.

It's like deja-vu, all over again.

Always the same faces, the same surroundings, the same conversations, the same problems. The more it changes, the more it repeats itself. In the end, you feel as if you’re dying alive.

It's déjà vu all over again.

It's just another sad love song
Rackin' my brain like crazy
Guess I'm all torn up
Be it fast or slow
It doesn't let go
Or shake me
And it's all because of you

It's always the same thing, one war after another —

It's the same old theme Since nineteen-sixteen In your head, in your head, they are fighting With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their guns In your head, in your head they are crying In your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What's in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh

Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
I keep singing them sad sad songs, y'all.
Sad songs is all I know.
I keep singing them sad sad songs, y'all.
Sad songs is all I know.
It has a sweet melody tonight
Anybody can sing it any old time.
What's in your heart puts you in a groove
And when you sing this song,
It'll make you're whole body move.

I know what it is to go over the same songs over and over again, and to try to make them perfect. It’s interesting and it’s hard and it’s difficult at the same time…You have to stay on top of things.

Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you.

It was such a sweet, sad song with such sweet, sad lyrics. Old-fashioned a little, but also timeless.

Experience can be merely the repetition of same error often enough.