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...

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?

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

I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of youThat I almost believe that they’re real I’ve been living so long with my pictures of youThat I almost believe that the pictures are All I...

For that is the curious quality of the discotheque after you have gone there a long time: in the midst of all the lights, and music, the bodies, the dancing, the drugs, you are stiller...

Home can be the Pennsylvania TurnpikeIndiana’s early morning dewHigh up in the hills of CaliforniaHome is just another word for you

This is almost always the case: A piece of art receives its f(r)ame when found offensive.

I don’t really know what inspires me to write the music I do, but usually, the music will set the tone for the lyrics.

Life is a journey, not a destination; there are no mistakes, just chances we’ve taken.

You’re not right in the head, and nor am I, and this is why….this is why I like you.

You don’t like me, but you love me; either way, you’re wrong.

I liked old time music but what i meant by that was the period from the 1930s through the 60s, nothing before and little after. Performers like fats waller, Sinatra, billie holiday, louis armstrong, rosemary clooney,...

I’ll be so quiet for you. Look like a child for you. Be like a shadow of a shadow Of a shadow for you.

When the weather’s rough and it’s whiskey in the rain it’s best to wrap your savior up in cellophane.

Let me set it straight, I’ve done some shit,And maybe I ain’t too proud of itThe monster in your bedYou were begging me “please don’t stop!”Said that I’m a douchebag, won’t call backThe worst hangover...

Music blows lyrics up very quickly, and suddenly they become more than art. They become pompous and they become self-conscious … I firmly believe that lyrics have to breathe and give the audience’s ear a...

I traced the cord back to the wall, no wonder it was never plugged in at all.

You’re rarer than a can of Dandelion & BurdockAnd those other girls are just post-mix lemonade

Then I heard your voice as clear as day, And you told me I should concentrate, It was all so strange, And so surreal, That a ghost should be so practical. Only if for a...

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory.

Work It Harder Make It BetterDo It Faster, Makes Us strongerMore Than Ever Hour AfterOur Work Is Never Over-Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger, lyrics and music by Daft Punk

Let’s Shout It Out and Speak As One. Mind Rock On, The Gemini One.

The heart has a heart of its own.

There’s a club, if you’d like to goYou could meet somebody who really loves you.’So you go, and you stand on your ownAnd you leave on your ownAnd you go home, and you cryAnd you...

And my head told my heart”Let love grow”But my heart told my head”This time noThis time no

I have this theory, bands with enigmatic lyrics attract crazies.

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.

I started out with nothing and I’ve still got most of it left.

We are the cause of a world that’s gone wrong. Nature will survive us, we’ve been wrong after all. We are the cause of a world that’s gone wrong. Wouldn’t it be great to heal...

Am I the reason you breatheOr am I the reason you cry?

He not busy being born is busy dying.

Lyrics paved my teenage route to loving words. I take those passionate mini-stories with me everywhere.

If I knew what to doI’d do more than write a song for you

I haven’t changed, but I know I ain’t the same.

When I’m home alone I just dance by myselfAnd you pull my head so close volume goes with the truthSigning off ‘I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen’The kid was alright but...

I’m losing what i don’t deserve..

Because ENOUGH is TOO MUCH!And look around …can you blame us?!

Extraño como un pato en el Manzanares,torpe como un suicida sin vocación,absurdo como un belga por soleares,vacío como una isla sin Robinson,oscuro como un túnel sin tren expreso,negro como los ángeles de Machín,febril como la...

Ah! Pauvre ami, comme il m’aimait!

The more I live, the more I learn. The more I learn, the more I realize, the less I know.

Silence guides the mind…

I won’t forget when I couldn’t go to bed with the lights offWhen I heard that voice call me in for the nightI remember when love was just a word and not a fightAll I...

she said, these dead petals, honey, brought me here