Ike Moriz Quotes

It ain't the gold in your pockets - with everyone starving in rags. It ain't the size of your rockets - with all your foes in black bags. 'Cause carnival's in town from Sunday to Sunday. And everything's upside down, with rainbows in fun grey.

Give your heart to the devil - you get a cell phone for free, yah! Bigger, faster and louder - Pretend we cannot see

You could thrill me. You could kiss me. You could kill me. You could miss me.

All these days that I strive so hard to calm the waves of the oceans and seas with the palm of my hand. Every day like a lifetime – oh, save me a piece, a piece of the cake. Past, just like a haze – trying all so hard to cling to fake. And still, I haven’t worked it out that there’s nothing to work out. Still, I haven’t worked it out that there’s nothing, there’s nothing

Just a flash of a second of the age of the world to live this life we’ve been beckoned for our souls to unfurl. Paint on this canvas with all the colours that we know and then add some more from the magical unknown. Round and round, along the spiral, on this path supreme, spawn the sound of the cycle, called forth by our being. Oh, polish this gemstone from all sides thereof, until it shines oh so brightly in the light of love.

You become a slave to the song. It (recording and producing a song) becomes a spiritual experience."

I love people and building bridges between them. There is nothing as fascinating as human nature, except the gloriously vague expression on the face of a cat."

Smile at strangers on the London tube.

A craving for the haven that is on no maps

Why, people chasing their tails, day in day out; Stepping on each other’s dreams; Trying to buy something that can’t be bought - until their lights are out.

Have you laughed your laughs, my friend? Will you ever fall in love again?

Sisyphus cracked the rock and built himself a big, big castle. Now he runs up and down the stairs, longing to be blessed with pain again

Holding on to the same old ground, when all inside is screaming ‘out’!

Like a crushed piece of flesh on the boiling motorway: No beginning like the end, the great, grand end with your face in the sand.

You’ve taught me to blend in, wearing your fake cobra skin; It fits so tight, I can’t breathe in, but you make me hang in. Oh, every time and time again, you aim to stop my fire with paraffin. And while I play the mandolin, you’re dancing with Rumpelstiltskin; Oh, I can hold my breath for longer than you think.