What selfish seeds I plant along the way, black harvest today.
The percentage you’re paying is too high priced While you’re living beyond all your means And the man in the suit has just bought a new car From the profit he’s made on your dreams.
If you hold me, I will let you into my dreams.
Where’s that higher love I keep thinking of?
One of my problems is I’m not really sure if I slot into rock or not. I’ve always tried to combine world music, folk, jazz, blues and rock, and have done since Traffic.
I’m the same boy I used to be.
While you see a chance take it, find romance, fake it, because it’s all on you.
The finer things I feel in me, the golden dance life could be.
Look inside your heart, I’ll look inside mine.
The music I write, I feel, is not the kind of music for a 25-year-old.
Don’t you know by now, luck don’t lead to anything or why you keep on moving.
Think about it, there must be higher love Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above Without it, life is a wasted time Look inside your heart, I’ll look inside mine.
When the rhythm and night ride, no heart can hide.
The voices inside you can lead your soul astray. Believe in what you dream. Don’t turn away, don’t you turn away. Reach for the light. You might touch the sky. Stand on the mountaintop, and see yourself flying. Reach for the light to capture a star. Come out of the darkness and find out who you are.
If you call someone up on a mistake – if the drummers put an extra beat in a bar or something – you have a lot more authority if you can show them how to do it right.
Networking is rubbish; have friends instead.
One man puts the fire out, the other lights the fuse.
Half of us is easy, the other half is hard. Even though we do our best, we end up being scarred.
The living together is very important in a way. It’s important for writing. It wouldn’t be important if we were like just getting other people’s numbers together, we’d just have to meet at rehearsals, but writing is something almost completely different.
In life you can get a feeling which is part of a person, the same as in the songs. Music is almost our representation of our fantasies and so our songs are representations of our fantasies.