Your heart plays a song like a broken music box, but nothing ever sounded quite so beautiful to me. Together, in the dance of wounded-wing swans we’ll rise above the ruins, melting into the golden light.
A large American automobile came crawling close to us, and we could hear from behind its thick windows the deep bass of the radio, and the nasty words of a hateful song.It seemed like so much of modern music, a din to drive human beings mad.
I doubt it is your style
Not to get what you set out to acquire
The eyes are on fire
You are the unforecasted storm
You make me smile like the sun, fall out bed, sing like a bird, dizzy in my head. Spin like a record crazy on a sunday night. You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breath, shine like the sun buzz like a bee, just the thought of you can drive me wild. Oh you make me smile. -Uncle Kracker-
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road.
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.
Songwriters write songs, but they really belong to the listener.
I gave you something you can never give back. Don’t you mind?
May the light be in you forever,
May the sun love you and keep you,
May the dream make you awaken.
For the stars love to shine upon you,
And the heavens cry for your loss.
May goodness and love flow
through you once more,
Drink of the light and the love here,
Find that we all need you,
May your spirit come back across.
There were things I’d never do again, but then, they’d always seemed right.
If you’re horrible to me, I’m going to write a song about it, and you won’t like it. That’s how I operate.