75 Quotes Tagged: lyrics

The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. And last night's phrases sick with lack of basis are still writhing on my floor.

I took off my glasses while you were yelling at me once more than once so as not to see you see me react. Should've put 'em, should've put 'em on again
so I could see you see me sincerely yelling back.

The battle with the bottle is nothing so novel.

So don't you worry your pretty little mind because people throw rocks at things that shine. [Ours]

He not busy being born is busy dying.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

You drew a bird that was here, a kind of sweet chanticleer. But with a terrible fear that the cage couldn't tame

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof...

I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours

I never took much, I never asked for your crutch, Now don't ask for mine.

If you're looking to get silly, you better go back to from where you came. because the cops don't need you and man they expect the same.

All that I need now is someone with the brains and the know-how to tell me what I want.

Oh oak tree, how they have pruned you.
Now you stand odd and strangely shaped!
You were hacked a hundred times
until you had nothing left but spite and will!

I am like you, so many insults and humiliations
could not shatter my link with life.
And every day I raise my head
beyond countless insults towards new light.
What in me was once gentle, sweet and tender
this world has ridiculed to death.
But my true self cannot be murdered.
I am at peace and reconciled.
I grow new leaves with patience
from branches hacked a hundred times.
In spite of all the pain and sorrow
I'm still in love with this mad, mad world.

Opportunities may come along for you to convert something -something that exists into something that didn't yet. That might be the beginning of it. Sometimes you just want to do things your way, want to see for yourself what lies behind the misty curtain. It's not like you see songs approaching and invite them in. It's not that easy. You want to write songs that are bigger than life. You want to say something about strange things that have happened to you, strange things you have seen. You have to know and understand something and then go past the vernacular.

The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful, and so are you