Fearlessness, absolutely. Discipline. You also need open-minded creativeness that lets everything in. You never want to lose a word or a phrase, yet every one should count. Always the best language possible. And, finally, knowing when to leave it alone. Stop when it’s done.
Every moral has a story, every story has and end. Every battle has its glory, and its consequence.
When you hear Doc Watson singing Amazing Grace, something else enters the room.
Music is the last true voice of the human spirit. It can go beyond language, beyond age, and beyond color straight to the mind and heart of all people.
As long as someone else controls your history the truth shall remain just a mystery.
When your whole world is shaken from all the risks we have taken, Dance with me, dance with me into the colors of the dusk.
I don’t know how to not become every person I walk by.
All that we can’t say is all we need to hear.
My choice is what I choose to be.
Of all the states of emotion I’ve ever been in, music takes me to the strongest state of emotion the quickest, of any other sort of state of mind I’ve ever been in or been put in by any substance or circumstance, music brings me to an emotional state of being faster than anything I’ve ever known.
Don’t let what you have to heal from blind you to how much there is to heal for.
Some things You have to let be lost Some battles, some battles You have to leave unfought. Then the truth just wastes away In all we dare not say. And in all we can’t explain But I faithfully remain.
Could’ve sworn I heard you say Amen this morning, showing some kind of sign that you believe. Did it fall from your tongue without warning? Or just another trick to fall from your sleeve?
Genetics do play a role in how you consciously or subconsciously manifest your true self.
People say, “How do you write songs?” I say, “Patience.” I may have a track that’s hot, but no words. I’ll just let it sit for years, because I know they’re going to meet. They’ll find it.
The very thing that drives you, can drive you insane Got a head full of thought crimes and a number with no name Got an eleventh hour Jesus and a mouth full of blame A casket lined with silver dollars and a number with no name.
My head works in music, so there’s always music there.
When you have everything, you have everything to lose.
Take my hand when you are worried Take my hand when you’re alone Take my hand and let me guide you Take my hand to lead you home.
Now that you’ve grown up You can finally learn to be a child We made it to the end of the world But we’ll never make it out alive.