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

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

It starts off like climbing a tree or solving a puzzle – poetry, if nothing else, is just fun to write. But deeper into each and every piece, you no longer hesitate to call it...

When did a free country start to mean free enterprise? Who sold Democracy out for a golden calf we got to idolize?

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.

I’ve played Romeo for Juliet(But in depth)It’s vignettes of silhouettes(And then read)And watched Russian roulette, yeah red SovietYet doing it simultaneouslyWhile dropping down shed oubliettesTurned around and took truth to the head thatLove is the...

I used to dream, and I used to vow;I wouldn’t dream of it now.

we rijden door de nacht het licht schijnt voor ons uit het ronken van de motor ismeer stilte dan geluid.

Sometimes we focus too much on the lyrics that we forget to dance to the music. And sometimes we dance to the music and don’t listen to the lyrics. Let the rhythm guide you. Let...

The best ideas will eat at you for days, maybe even weeks, until something, some incident, some impulse, triggers you to finally express them.

Cause I am strong and I can prove itAnd I got my dreams to see me throughIt’s just a mountain, I can move itAnd with faith enough there’s nothing I can’t doAnd I can see...

you’re the storm that I’ve been needingand all this peace has been deceivingI like the sweet life and the silencebut it’s the storm that I believe in

I used to know all the lyrics to all the songs from ‘The Phantom of the Opera.’

With the world’s fate resting on your shoulder – you’re gonna need someone on your side.You can’t do it by yourself any longer – you’re gonna need someone on your side.

Sink, suffer, self-destruct Rise stronger, reconstruct

As long as music survives, poetry will never die.

If you love me let me go.

You can plan on a change in the weather and time, but I never planned on you changing you mind.

Give me your heart and your hand and we can run

All the faces on the photographs have changed,To not confuse it all, the names remain the same

We decided to leave early, you wouldn’t want to be there in the end, when the lights came on. You’d never sit down in here again. In a depressing shuffle we pushed to the door,...

Writing lyrics is part spontaneous, intuitive and part really thought through and carefully analyzed as you write it. It’s a mixture of two approaches, and I imagine writing anything is like that, really. Some of...

She’s no angel.He’s no saint.

Just want to be a footnote in someone else’s happiness.

Out of sorrow entire worlds have been builtOut of longing great wonders have been willed

I don’t mind if you forget me.Having learned my lesson,I never left an impression on anyone.

Why don’t you find out for yourself?Then you’ll see the glass, hidden in the grass.

Someday we’ll find it the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers and me

I feel something so right, doing the wrong thing.

Shay sometimes talked in a mysterious way, like she was quoting the lyrics of some band no one else listened to.

I’ll be there someday, I can go the distance.I will find my way, if I can be strong.I know every mile, will be worth my while,When I go the distance, I’ll be right where I...

I am not a monster, I am just a man.

They’ve got organizations for people like me with stupid preoccupations.

I suppose I should be happy to be misread; better be that than some of the other things I have become.

Love me – that’s all I ask of you.

She once said her songs were “mostly about myths, spirits, that kind of thing. Not fairies, stronger than that.” Not fairies. Stronger than that: there’s a fine phrase to bear in mind. Her lyrics are...

His mindIt says survival of the fittest butHis soulRevival of the idiotsSo good riddance, dancing

Over 80 million records sold and I ain’t got to do it with tens or eleven year olds.

Can’t fight the moment of truth in your lies.

Disappointment came to me,and booted me,and bruised and hurt me,but that’s how people grow up.

I was wasting my life, always thinking about myself.

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof…

I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl,From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl,I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl,But I’m never warm enough for my lovely...

It isn’t ‘Too late now’, shouldn’t it be ‘From now on’? That is the password that will take away the regret.

He’d like you to join the club that likes to saythere’s no such thing as love …

I heard the voice of that bird, son of Polypas, whose piercing outcryand whose arrival announces to men the season when fieldsare plowed, and the voice of her broke the heart that darkens within me,since...

The heart of a woman will never be found in the arms of a man.