It’s just hard to travel in the shadow of regret. In fact, it’s so hard that I actually haven’t left yet.
The old farm roads a four lane that leads to the mall, and our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall.
Subtract out the impact and the fall is all you get. So here’s two beers to remember why and three more to forget.
I’ll walk the plank and I’ll jump with a smile, cause if I’m gonna go down I’m gonna do it with style.
Stepped out into the cold, collar high, under the slate gray sky. The air was smoking and the streets were dry, and I wasn’t joking when I said goodbye.
Love isn’t over when the sheets are stained.
Don’t tell me what they did to you as though you had no choice. Tell me, isn’t that your picture? Isn’t that your voice.
My life may not be something special But it’s never been lived before.
And I was shocked to see the mistakes of each generation will just fade like a radio station, if we drive out of range.
I love all those great ‘f’ words – feminism, folk music...
It’s not important to be defined, it’s only important to use your time well.
I am still praying for revolution.
I am writing graffiti on your body. I am drawing the story of how hard we tried.
I can’t wait to get back to New York City where at least when I walk down the streat, no one ever hesitates to tell me exactly what they think of me.
The world is my oyster. The road is my home. And I know that I’m better off Alone.
But as bad as I am, I’m proud of the fact that I’m worse than I seem.
I don’t always feel lucky, but I’m smart enough to try.
There’s this brutal imperial power, that my passport says I represent. But it will never represent where my heart lives, only vaguely where it went.
They see me as a symbol, and not a human being. That way they can kill me, say it’s not murder it’s a metaphor.
In any marginalized community, whether people identify themselves or not affects us all.