I swear to God, if you saw me when I am by myself in the woods, I'm a lunatic. I sing, I dance.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
If I write a song, I'm gonna end up singing it. If I sing it, I gotta dance to it.
I danced with passion to spite the music.
When I'm dancing, I'm not thinking about anything. I am here. I am totally there. You know? And the feeling is a sensation of being away from myself. My soul dances with the angels, and my body dances with my wife.
I moonlight as a singer.
I came out of the womb born to sing and dance. I have to follow my heart.
I'm not a singer, and I'm not a brilliant dancer.
I sing about heaven and hell, angels and demons.
If you heard me sing, you would just plug your ears and run, screaming, the other way. I promise.
As a very small child I found recorded noise and the solitary singer beneath the spotlight so dramatic and so brave... walking the plank... willingly... It was sink or swim. The very notion of standing there, alone, I found beautiful.
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.