I’m not like themBut I can pretend

I couldn’t resist him, his eyes were like yours, his hair was exactly the shade of brown.He’s just not as tall, but I couldn’t tell, it was dark and I was lying down.

You know I’m no good

Still haunted by the love, light and darkness we shared. encumbered to smile and breathing becomes an art; when you don’t fucking feel anything.

Oh, I can’t help quoting you, because everything that you said rings true.

Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quickJill’s a little whore and her alibis are dirty tricks

I had no songs in my repertoire for commercial radio anyway. Songs about debauched bootleggers, mothers that drowned their own children, Cadillacs that only got five miles to the gallon, floods, union hall fires, darkness...

While you’re singing something romantic, I can’t get the lyrics to ‘Love and Marriage’ out of my head, and that tune always reminds me of the jingle from Jeopardy.

Anger’s like a battery that leaks acid right out of meAnd it starts from the heart ’til it reaches my outer me

It’s a breath you took too late.It’s a death that’s worse than fate.

Come on, make it easy, say I never mattered

The best songs are written through our anger. Even though feelings change over time, our lyrics will always remain inside the song as a way of reminding us how far and how much stronger we’ve...

I am hated for loving.I am haunted for wanting.

It’s so easy to laughIt’s so easy to hateIt takes guts to be gentle and kind

And the Earth Becomes my ThroneI adapt to the UnknownUnder Wandering Stars I’ve grownI ask no one.

Then his voice resonates over the speakers again. ‘A good friend helped me find these lyrics again, and I told her if she ever fell, I’d be there to catch her. She told me if...

Que fácil fue tocar el cielo la primera vez, cuando los besos fueron el motor de arranque, que encendió la luz que hoy se desaparece.Así se disfraza el amor para su conveniencia, aceptando todo sin...

And I have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes, like puzzle pieces from the clay.

If I could be anywhere, where would I be?

You may still be here tomorrow…but your dreams may not.

The king of the jailhouse and the queen of the road think sharing the burden will lighten the load.

Say you’ll love me every waking moment.

Well you found us strength and solutions but I liked the tensionAnd not always knowing the answers when you’re gonna lose it, you’re gonna lose it.

The trouble with poetry is it’s often written to the sound of a drum only the poet may hear; nonetheless, blessed are those poets who always manage to find unshakeable pleasure in their own works.

Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.

It might feel like the end of the world–but it’s the beginning of your art.

It begins in the heart…and it hurts when it’s true.It only hurts because it’s true.

Because you wear a uniform, a smelly uniform…and so you think you can be rude to me.

And where colours likeA rainbow dance alive, asWisdom’s arrows rain downAnd ages come to pass.

If shame had a face I think itwould kind of look like mineIf it had a home would it be my eyesWould you believe me if I said I’m tired of thisWell here we go...

You know you’ve done enoughWhen every bone is sore,You know you’ve prayed enoughWhen you don’t ask any more,You know you’re coming to some kind of understandingWhen every dream you’ve dreamed has passedAnd your still standing.

You are the sun, and I’m the moon. In your shadow I can shine.

It’s always times like these when I think of you and I wonder if you ever think of me.

Given the chance, i’ll die like a baby, on some faraway beach, when the season’s over.

My mind is killing me”— The Glass Child, Stuck In My Mind

The worst things in life come free to us

Night air has the strangest flavourSpace to breathe it – time to savourAll that night air has to lend meTil the morning makes me angryIn the night air, the night air.I’ve acquired a kind of...

The words we construct, the poems we write and the songs we sing, become the love story of a stranger we have never seen.

I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out – Thank you, drop dead!

Satan rejected my soul; as low as he goes,he never quite goes this low.

Who are you?Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?I have. I am fucking crazy.But I am free.

What have they done to the earth?What have they done to our fair sister?Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit herStuck her with knives in the side of the dawnAnd tied her with fences...

Autumn leaves under frozen soles,Hungry hands turning soft and old,My hero cried as we stood out their in the cold,Like these autumn leaves I don’t have nothing to holdAutumn leaves how faded now,that smile that...

The sky is full of dreams, but you don’t know how to fly.

Most of my lyrics are little stories about my experiences or those of my friends.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind. Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line. Reaching out to embrace...

If the music is amazing, you can get away with anything.

You choke my throatWith words of wonderYou make it hard to breatheYour love’s so coldJust like an arrowPierced through my skin I bleed

I won’t be stuck in traffic ’til I see how rugged my path isAnd right now I’m loving how fast my troubles are fastingNo they don’t bother me oh realizing I’m psychopathicA wild beast, baby...

No use wishing now for any other sin.