I'm quite gloomy. I just am one of those people, vaguely lugubrious.
I think my songwriting might be a little more on the darker side maybe.
And when Elvis was unhappy, believe me, everyone was unhappy.
I hate using the word 'dark' for things that are negative.
Generally, I walk around in a glum mood.
Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.
I like guitar sounds to be a little somber.
I would never say, 'Ooh, let's do something really dark.'
Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.
Sorrow is never more sorrowful than when it jests at its own misery.
I'm not really good at writing sad sappy ballads. In terms of the lyrics not matching the vibe of the music, that's kind of the way my career has gone; everyone is a little confused about it all the time.
Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.
They are quite hopeless - drooling, driveling, doleful, depressing, dropsical drips.
A word or a smile is often enough to put fresh life in a despondent soul.
People tell me I look mournful. They say, 'Cheer up, Dan, it's not that bad!' Sometimes I just look into space, which freaks people out. If I was ever required to do anything other than look haunted, I could. I'm a happy person.
Dwight is a sad clown. You've seen those paintings of sad clown.
But probably my favorite music, believe it or not, is sad music.
Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.
