And the things you can’t remember tell the things you can’t forget that history puts a saint in every dream.
Now its raining its pouring the old man is snoring now I lay me down to sleep I hear the sirens in the street all my dreams are made of chrome I have no way to get back home I’d rather die before I wake like Marilyn Monroe and throw my dreams out in the street and the rain make ’em grow.
There ain’t no such thing as the devil that’s just god when he’s drunk.
A gentleman is someone who can play the accordion, but doesn’t.
Don’t plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it, you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me – choke those little bad days. Choke ’em down to nothing.
Time is just memory Mixed in with Desire.
She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her.
Sing me a rainbow. Steal me a dream.
When I was younger, I wanted to be older. Now I am older, I am not quite so sure.
I’ve always believed that the way you affect your audience is more important than how many of them are there.
Don’t look back, because someone might be gaining on you.
I always thought songs are movies for the ears and films are like songs for the eyes.
I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.
Writing songs is like capturing birds without killing them. Sometimes you end up with nothing but a mouthful of feathers.
The fact is most of the things that people know about me are made up. My own life is backstage. So what you “know” about me is only what I allowed you to know about me.