In our rags of light, all dressed to kill.
A woman watches her body uneasily, as though it were an unreliable ally in the battle for love.
It’s four in the morning, the end of december I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better.
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love.
Music is the emotional life of most people.
His vision was just outstanding. If you think of him in the same way as Pele then you would come close.
Take one step to the side and it’s all absurd.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty.
Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm.
Fare thee well my nightingale, I lived but to be near you. Thow you are singing somewhere still I can no longer hear you.
I don’t really understand that process called reincarnation but if there is such a thing I’d like to come back as my daughter’s dog.
Like any joker, he was watching For the card that is so high and wild He’ll never need to deal another He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.
Raise a million filters and the rain will not be clean, until the longing for it be refined in deep confession.
I’m writing all the time. And as the songs begin to coalesce, I’m not doing anything else but writing. I wish I were one of those people who wrote songs quickly. But I’m not. So it takes me a great deal of time to find out what the song is.
I’ve always held the song in high regard because songs have got me through so many sinks of dishes and so many humiliating courting events.
Stunned and still not suffering. Swollen with care and anxiety and still not suffering. Useless, old and full of grief, but still not suffering.
Well I am the one who loves changing from nothing to one.
As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will.
I told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you.
I almost went to bed without remembering the four white violets I put in the button-hole of your green sweater and how i kissed you then and you kissed me shy as though I’d never been your lover.