I don't write happy songs. Who does? I don't know anybody who writes happy songs, really.
Saturn seems to have impressed the seal of melancholy on me from the beginning.
As a Scandinavian, I like hopelessness and the weird austerity in the hopelessness of things.
I am as miserable as anyone - sometimes.
I think I am pretty much melancholic.
Even the news, to me, or newspapers, I have a hard time getting into it because it all sucks you into this negative, bad, there-is-no-hope side of it.
I will not be quoting Hemingway anytime soon, nor will I ever read another one of his books. And if he were still alive, I would write him a letter right now and threaten to strangle him dead with my bare hands just for being so glum. No wonder he put a gun to his head, like it says in the introductory essay.
Unhappy is a nice word.
I'm not always happy, I promise. I can be serious.
Sometimes it's hard not to feel really negative.
Pessimism is rife in Israel.
My general taste is towards the melancholy.
I'm one of the more pessimistic cats on the planet. I make Van Gogh look like a rodeo clown.
