Baada ya kelele zile Murphy alijisemea moyoni kama angebaki pale alipokuwa amebana au angetoka, washenzi wangemvua nguo; alitaka akimbilie nje lakini akasita. Nje wangeweza kumwona na hivyo kumuua wakati sasa alishaanza jitihada za kuokoa maisha...
Your own music comes out of your head and emotions, but it’s not etched in your system.
I write for what’s left of the eight-year-old still rattling around inside my head.
At his direction, I have taken command as the temporary Head of the Republic.
My guitars are my umbilical cord. They’re directly wired into my head.
The trick to loneliness is to spend a lot of time inside one’s head.
I have a fat head – I get freaked-out looking at pictures of me.
Vanity working on a weak head, produces every sort of mischief.
Art is ment to travel from your heart to your head and out through your fingers…
I’m a sucker for pop melodies, things you can’t get out of your head.