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..

I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.

They can take tomorrow and the plans we made They can take the music that we’ll never play All the broken dreams, take everything Just take it away but they can never have yesterday They...

Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.

We are small but we are manyWe are many we are smallWe were here before you roseWe will be here when you fall

I like hip-hop music, but some of the lyrics make me want to cry.

Well I’m finding it harderto be a gentleman every dayAll the manners that I’ve been taughthave slowly died awayBut if I held the door open for youIt wouldn’t make your day.

Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong…For What It’s Worth

All that I need now is someone with the brains and the know-how to tell me what I want.

Don’t bother asking for explanation, she’ll just tell you that she came, in the year of the cat.

And it was darkSo dark at nightAnd we held on to each otherLike brother to brotherWe promised our mothers we’d writeAnd we would all go down together

Music is not my life. My life is music.

If he can’t sleep, how will he ever dream?

Chaos isn’t good for your health.

I still don’t belong to anyone – I am mine.

Sing your life; any fool can think of words that rhyme.

Even now – in the final hour of my life -I’m falling in love again.

So when your hopes on fire,But you know your desire,Don’t hold a glass over the flame,Don’t let your heart grow cold, I will call you by name, I will share your road.

Concert pianists get to be quite chummy with dead composers. They can’t help it. Classical music isn’t just music. It’s a personal diary. An uncensored confession in the dead of night. A baring of the...

The past is a pebble in my shoe.

So don’t you worry your pretty little mind because people throw rocks at things that shine. [Ours]

Maybe you’ll change Abandon all your wicked waysMake amends and start anew againMaybe you’ll seeAll the wrongs you did to meAnd start all over, start all over again.Who am i kidding?Now, lets not get overzealous...

I could crawl inside the lyrics and know each note intimately. They would claw at my soul, until I could no longer fight the emotions that took me to a place I couldn’t experience. But,...

Ik ga er stiekem tussen uit, een vluchtweg naar een nieuw begin.

In my imagination you’re waiting lying on your side with your hands between your thighs.

I think there is a song out there to describe just about any situation.

Music is exciting and easy to enjoy, the rhythm and voice.It does not need interpretation. That is why it is called the Universal Language.

i better find your loving…i better find your heart…

Sweet Grace amazes meThe way that she can seeBeyond the man I amTo the man that I could beShe’s bringing out my bestWhile she covers all the restSome say her love is blindBut I say...

Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me?

Rush to danger; wind up nowhere.

There is no future,there is not past, I live this moment as my last,there’s only this,forget regret, no other road, no other way,no day but today

I was nothing but a failure. A fucked-up, broken shame.I was nothing but this emptiness. A shell ruined by fame.Don’t be afraid to shatter, baby, if that will set you free.I’ll find you in the...

Wish You Were Here So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do...

Just throw it all and live like there’s no tomorrow.

Fuck the past and everyone that dragged you here.

Come on you target for faraway laughter. Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!

If you’re looking to get silly, you better go back to from where you came. because the cops don’t need you and man they expect the same.

a lesson must be livedin order to be learnedand the clarity to see and stop this nowthat is what i’ve earned

You ask me why I don’t speakNot a word at willBut write so much worth well over a mill’Well I value words like I value kissesA sober one, a closer one penetrates the heartDarling it’s...

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,If I am dead, as dead I well may be,You’ll come and find the place where I am lying,And kneel and say Ave there for me,And...

Why don’t you show me the little bit of spine you’ve been saving for his mattress?

(It starts with)One thing, I don’t know whyIt doesn’t even matter how hard you tryKeep that in mind, I designed this rhymeTo explain in due timeAll I knowtime is a valuable thingWatch it fly by...

With no reason to hide these words I feel, and no reason to talk about the books I read, but still, I do.

Tears flood in youyour eyes burningyour heart scars with my name scratched deepMy face is gonemy heart betrayed by your lullabiesI’m a shadow of a girl insideHands are touching younothing takes the place of youHeart...

We’re all trying to keep up in this stupid raceBut that won’t be much funWhen we’re floating in space.

We have eyes and we have nervesesWe have tails we have teethYou’ll all get what you deservesesWhen we rise from underneath.