What a beautiful testament to the creative spirit and its true motives, to creative contribution coming from a place of purpose rather than a hunger for profit.
Someone gave me wishes and I wished for an embrace.
I have nothing against the Queen of England. Even in my heart I never resented her for not being Jackie Kennedy. She is, to my mind, a very gallant lady, victimized by whoever it is who designs the tops of her uniforms.
One is distracted by this notion that there is such an thing as inspiration, that it comes fast and easy. And some people are graced by that style. I’m not. So I have to work as hard as any stiff to come up with my payload.
I listen to the radio and I like all kinds of music, you know, but I like to hear from people who have been there. Hank Williams has been there.
I’m neither left nor right. I’m just staying home tonight, getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
The moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant with a mighty expectation of relief.
Now, I don’t want to give you the impression that I’m a great musicologist, but I’m a lot better than what I was described as for a long, long time; you know, people said I only knew three chords when I knew five.
Everybody knows that you’ve been faithful, give or take a night or two.
The art of longing’s over, and it’s never coming back.
Shouldering your loneliness like a gun that you will not learn to aim, you stumble into this movie house then you climb, you climb into the frame.
All the lousy little poets coming around trying to sound like Charles Manson.
I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me, but the room just filled up with mosquitoes.
You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn what makes one kind.
Maybe there’s a god above but the only thing I learned from love was how to shoot at somebody who outdrew you.
Silence And a deeper silence When the crickets Hesitate.
Avoid the flourish. Do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you’re tired. You look like you could go on forever. Now come into my arms. You are the image of my beauty .
I am not the one who loved, it’s love that chooses me. When hatred with it’s package comes, you forbid delivery.
My friends are gone and my hair is grey. I ache in places I used to play. And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on. I’m just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.
My interest in this pack of failures betrays my character.