Busted Lyrics Quotes

—I have a book at home, said Stephen, in which I have written down questions which are more amusing than yours were. In finding the answers to them I found the theory of esthetic which I am trying to explain. Here are some questions I set myself: Is a chair finely made tragic or comic? Is the portrait of Mona Lisa good if I desire to see it? Is the bust of Sir Philip Crampton lyrical, epical or dramatic? Can excrement or a child or a louse be a work of art? If not, why not? —Why not, indeed? said Lynch, laughing.

At last Stuart looked away from Helen and back to the piano as he picked up on Helen’s cue. In the Mood filled the small living room the way fragrance fills a garden after rain. Helen felt almost tipsy, perhaps from the music or the look Stuart had given her, or because people so rarely dance without being tipsy. Lyric bounced on Helen’s hip, the girl’s thin legs bopping against Helen’s body. Then as Helen swung and spun the child over the rug, the most remarkable thing happened. It started like a freshly sprung leak, then the moment before it came, Helen saw it in Lyric’s eyes. The leak busted, a water main of laughter bursting and arching into the room. Lyric’s laugh was the most beautiful sound Helen had ever heard. Her first thought was that Mum had been right—there is magic on this earth, and at last Helen had found it, hiding, inside this little girl. To Helen, it felt as though she'd spent so many days in the cold of winter, and was now hearing the birds return.

I was bitter, broken, busted Ripping up our pictures All these immature emotions My eyes run like rivers I lashed out, I burned your letters I blacked out, I don't remember at all And what we did was childish Can we put this behind us? White-hot rage and I was blinded Our big love was so misguided We can't deny that it was magic Nothing was nice, but I loved every minute All the best of stories end tragic We were, we were bad We were good while it lasted We were good while it lasted Forgive me for the nasty things That I say when I'm wounded Now that I can think rationally, I feel so stupid This is so small in the big simulation In the grand scheme of things We were just a blip (We were just a blip) And what we did was childish Can we put this behind us? I'm done, I'm done White-hot rage and I was blinded Our big love was so misguided I'm done, done, I'm done We can't deny that it was magic Nothing was nice, but I loved every minute All the best of stories end tragic We were, we were bad We were good while it lasted We were good while it lasted (I'm done, I'm done) (I'm done, done, done) We were good while it lasted (I'm done, done, done) (I'm done, done, done) We were good while it lasted (I'm done, done, done) (I'm done, done, done) I'm done, done, done I'm done, done, done I'm done, done, done I'm done, done, done