Ne me parle pas de travail a la chaine Je veux pas finir comme Kurt Cobain (Don't talk to me about working on the assembly line/I don't wanna end like Kurt Cobain)

My favorite color is red, like the blood shed from Kurt Cobain's head, when he shot himself dead

Kurt Cobain was so young Sad to see this poet's gone.

Maybe if I put a bullet in my brain They'd remember me like Kurt Cobain And the parasites on MTV Would wipe their eyes and act like they knew me

I identified with both women. But Emma had a stronger message for the women I want to speak to now- women who work. I wanted to tell them that choosing to work…

It got to a point where every script I was being offered involved some kind of nudity. And I had to say to myself, 'Okay, people want to see the girl from 'Who…

I've never considered playing music to have anything to do with being 'professional'.