[on stage during the song] All: Springtime for Hitler and Germany.
People relate to me, and I try to make songs that make people smile.
I love writing songs. I'm a songwriter.
Usually, I cut songs by other people that are artists that I already love.
I love my songs, let's not get crazy here.
My approach is to be part of a band that makes music, not hit songs.
I tend to score with songs from Western pop music.
A song without music is a lot like H2 without the O.
I've been interested in music since I was a teenager, always writing songs.
I'll refer to my music in color, like 'This song needs to be bright red.'
I like Fisher Price music, nursery rhymes, and the alphabet song.
Three chords and the truth - that's what a country song is.
What's the point of a song if you can't be honest?
People used to say poems were different to songs but I don't think they are.
I'm not someone who can dance to a song I don't like.
There is a lot of melody and things that sound familiar in hundreds of songs.
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