The Hollywood sirens are shrieking, while down some search lit alley runs some lost belief.
Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew there was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too.
Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere, I’ve looked at clouds that way.
Everybody’s saying hell’s the hippest way to go. Well, I don’t think so, but I’m gonna take a look around it though.
Because Elvis gave ’em cars, you think I’m cheap.
Acid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass, lots of laughs.
He’s swept with the broom of contempt and the rooms have an empty ring.
And the seasons they go ’round and ’round And the painted ponies go up and down We’re captive on the carousel of time We can’t return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game.
Richard got married to a figure skater, and he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator.
I loved Debussy, Stravinsky, Chopin, Tchaikovsky, anything with romantic melodies, especially the nocturnes. Nietzsche was a hero, especially with Thus Spoke Zarathustra. He gets a bad rap; hes very misunderstood. Hes a maker of individuals, and he was a teacher of teachers.
A little lawyer on the tube, he said, its so easy now, anyone can sue.
I’m drinking champagne, got the head phones up high, can’t numb you out.
Inside your own self pity there you swim, in sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you, and only with your laughter can you win.
The thing that started me painting originally was seeing Bambi when I was about nine. I was incredibly disturbed by the forest fire that killed Bambi’s mother, and that distress gave me the impulse to create something, as a way of dealing with it.
Heart and humor and humility, he said will lighten up your heavy load.
You feed it all your woes, the ghostly garden grows.
Does the moon play only silver when it strums the galaxy?
We call for the three great stimulants of the exhausted ones, artifice, brutality, and innocence.
The times you impress me the most are the times when you don’t try.
Musically, I would never run dry. Any time I sit down to an instrument, I could write a song.