Nothing matters in the whole wide world when you’re in love with a Jersey girl.
Your skin upon my skin, in the beating of our hearts, may the living let us in, before the dead tear us apart.
The wise men were all fools, what to do?
Go-kart Mozart was checking out the weather chart to see if it was safe outside.
I got a house full of Rembrandts and priceless art, and all the little girls they wanna tear me apart.
She went away, she cut me like a knife Hello beautiful thing, maybe you could save my life In just a glance, down here on magic street Loves a fool’s dance And I ain’t got much sense, but I still got my feet.
I took a month long vacation in the stratosphere, and you know it’s very hard to hold your breath.
We’re a long, long way from home, Bobbie; Home’s a long, long way from us. I feel a dirty wind blowing; Devils and dust.
Baby, this town rips the bones from our back it’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap. We got to get out while we’re young.
If the angels are unkind or the season is dark Or if in the end Love just falls apart Well then here’s to our destruction Baby let me be your soul driver.
Some guys they just give up living, and start dying little by little, piece by piece.
When I die throw my body in the back and drive me to the junk yard in my Cadillac.
Remember all the movies, Terry, we’d go see? Trying to learn how to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time to find we’re just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the Backstreets.
Judge said, what you got in your defense son? Fifty-seven channels and nothing on.
I didn’t know if it would be a success-ful one, or what the stages would be, but I always saw myself as a lifetime musician and songwriter.
I never felt I had enough personal style to pursue being just a guitarist.
You can’t start a fire Worrying ’bout your little world falling apart This gun’s for hire Even if we’re just dancing in the dark.
Most bands don’t work out. A small unit democracy is very, very difficult.
That’s what being a front man is all about – the idea of having something supple underneath you, that machine that roars and can turn on a dime.
The Jersey Shore is the kind of place where the policeman has a little cottage that might have been in the family for years and many other people call home.