St. Vincent Quotes

Romeo, where'd you go? It's been years and still no sign, But I'm keeping hope alive. Juliet, how you been? You look like death like you sure could use some rest from this place human racing and the faces of people who pound at your door They always want more — they want more.

Many people wanna make money, make love, make friends, make peace with death — But most mainly want to win the game they came to win they want to come out ahead. But you, you're a rock, with a heart like a socket I can plug into at will. And will you guess when I come around next. I hope your open sign is blinking still.

Oh but I'd pay anything to keep my conscience clean. I'm keeping my eyes on the the exit sign. Steady now.

The drug issue is hard to separate from a class issue, an education issue, a wonky foreign policy issue, and a race issue. What I do know is, be it caffeine, alcohol, cocaine, or adrenaline, let's face it: people like to get high. From Starbucks to Budweiser to your own brain, everybody's a pusher these days. If I could substitute another drug to be consumed in the country as much as alcohol is, it would be helium from children's birthday party balloons. Try not laughing when someone sounds like a chipmunk!

I'm not your mother's favorite dog I'm not the carpet you walk on I'm not one small atomic bomb I'm not any any any anything at all.

I do a dance to make the rain come, Smile to keep the sky from falling down, down, down, down. Collect the love that I've been given Build a nest for us to sleep in here You know it's real.

While people will cheer on the spectacle we've made I'm sitting and sculpting menageries of saints.

It's time. You are light. I guess you are afraid of what everyone is made of — Time and Light.

I read an interview with her one time, where she was asked, something along the lines of "Why do you write from the perspective of a lot of characters?" And she said very simply and eloquently "because they're more interesting than I am."

Some songs I wrote that night, and some songs took nine months to arrange, get how I positioned them. Some songs I wrote parts of when I was twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen… Just putting it together, just finding the right place for it. So it's really been a long time coming. ... I'm actually really restless, in the sense that I'd rather be always making something new. I'm really excited about making a second record. I've got a lot of things up my sleeve, I guess.

While Jesus is saving, I'm spending all my grace, on rosy-red pallor of lights on center stage. While people have cheered on the awful mess we've made, through storms of red roses we've exited the stage

All your praying moments amount to just one breath. Please keep your victory But give me little death.

Let's pour wine in coffee cups and drive around the neighborhood And shine the headlights on houses until all the news is good.

I wish I had a gentle mind and a spine made up of iron.

The unkissed girls and boys of paradise Are lining up around the block Back pockets full of dynamite While their neighbors talk and talk.