Lyrics Quotes

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If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.
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Nicholas Sparks
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And, in the end The love you take is equal to the love you make.
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Paul McCartney (The Beatles Illustrated Lyrics)
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I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
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AnaΓ―s Nin
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The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.
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William Wordsworth (Lyrical Ballads)
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Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
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Poe
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Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds.
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Bob Marley
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Don't criticize what you can't understand.
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Bob Dylan
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Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.
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Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
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Bob Dylan (Lyrics: 1962-2001)
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Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy. But I am free.
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Lana Del Rey
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I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.
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Lana Del Rey
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There is not love of life without despair about life.
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Albert Camus (Lyrical and Critical Essays)
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funny how a beautiful song could tell such a sad story
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Sarah Dessen (Lock and Key)
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The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye, the story of love is hello and goodbye...until we meet again
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Jimi Hendrix
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you're an expert at sorry and keeping the lines blurry
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Taylor Swift
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Laugh, even when you feel too sick or too worn out or tired. Smile, even when you're trying not to cry and the tears are blurring your vision. Sing, even when people stare at you and tell you your voice is crappy. Trust, even when your heart begs you not to. Twirl, even when your mind makes no sense of what you see. Frolick, even when you are made fun of. Kiss, even when others are watching. Sleep, even when you're afraid of what the dreams might bring. Run, even when it feels like you can't run any more. And, always, remember, even when the memories pinch your heart. Because the pain of all your experience is what makes you the person you are now. And without your experience---you are an empty page, a blank notebook, a missing lyric. What makes you brave is your willingness to live through your terrible life and hold your head up high the next day. So don't live life in fear. Because you are stronger now, after all the crap has happened, than you ever were back before it started.
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Alysha Speer
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Shay sometimes talked in a mysterious way, like she was quoting the lyrics of some band no one else listened to.
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Scott Westerfeld (Uglies (Uglies, #1))
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Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.
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Hans Christian Andersen
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Would you destroy Something perfect in order to make it beautiful?
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Gerard Way
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So don't you worry your pretty little mind because people throw rocks at things that shine. [Ours]
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Taylor Swift
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The more I live, the more I learn. The more I learn, the more I realize, the less I know.
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Michel Legrand
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Get up, stand up, Stand up for your rights. Get up, stand up, Don't give up the fight.
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Bob Marley (Bob Marley - Legend)
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We all shine on...like the moon and the stars and the sun...we all shine on...come on and on and on...
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John Lennon
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Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you.
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Paul McCartney
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Don't tell me the sky's the limit when there are footprints on the moon.
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Paul Brandt
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Nothing is real.
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John Lennon (Beatles Lyrics)
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Have you ever heard somebody sing some lyrics that you've never sung before, and you realize you've never sung the right words in that song? You hear them and all of a sudden you say to yourself, 'Life in the Fast Lane?' That's what they're saying right there? You think, 'why have I been singing 'wipe in the vaseline?' how many people have heard me sing 'wipe in the vaseline?' I am an idiot.
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Ellen DeGeneres (My Point... And I Do Have One)
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If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.
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Sylvia Plath (The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath)
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I get by with a little help from my friends.
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John Lennon
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When pain brings you down, don't be silly, don't close your eyes and cry, you just might be in the best position to see the sun shine.
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Alanis Morissette
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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 summer girl, It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child, It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had.
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Maggie Stiefvater (Shiver (The Wolves of Mercy Falls, #1))
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The past is a pebble in my shoe.
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Poe
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He not busy being born is busy dying.
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Bob Dylan
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Excuse me while I kiss the sky.
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Jimi Hendrix
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Instead of singing in the shower, I would write out the lyrics of my favourite songs, the ink would turn the water blue or red or green, and the music would run down my legs.
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Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close)
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Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one
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John Lennon (Imagine)
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Daemon spoke in his language. The lyrical quality of his words made no sense to me. β€œWhat did you say?” I asked. β€œThere’s really no translation for it,” he said, β€œbut the closest human words would be, you are beautiful to me.
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Jennifer L. Armentrout (Opal (Lux, #3))
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Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
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William Wordsworth (Lyrical Ballads)
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Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.
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Hilary Duff
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Hark, now hear the sailors cry, Smell the sea, and feel the sky, Let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic. - Into the Mystic
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Van Morrison (Lit Up Inside: Selected Lyrics)
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Her happiness floated like waves of ocean along the coast of her life. She found lyrics of her life in his arms but she never sung her song.
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Santosh Kalwar
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I've been burdened with blame trapped in the past for too long, I'm moving on
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Rascal Flatts
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No one compares to you, but there's no you, except in my dreams tonight.
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Lana Del Rey
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I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.
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David Levithan (Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist)
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Gonna change my way of thinking, make my self a different set of rules. Gonna put my good foot forward and stop being influenced by fools.
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Bob Dylan
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Well I haven't fucked much with the past, But I've fucked plenty with the future. - Babelogue
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Patti Smith (Patti Smith Collected Lyrics, 1970-2015)
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You have every right to a beautiful life.
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Selena GΓ³mez
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I don't let nobody see me wishin' he was mine
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Taylor Swift
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You're so easy to read but the book is boring me.
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Emilie Autumn
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To me, lyrics are harder to write when you have to invent the feelings behind them. That's when lyrics take a lot of thought, when they aren't genuine.
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Colleen Hoover (Maybe Someday (Maybe, #1))
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Oh Beautiful for smoggy skies, insecticided grain, For strip-mined mountain's majesty above the asphalt plain. America, America, man sheds his waste on thee, And hides the pines with billboard signs, from sea to oily sea.
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George Carlin
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But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles
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Anna Nalick
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I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul...
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Bob Dylan
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The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.
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James Joyce (Ulysses)
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I still don't belong to anyone - I am mine.
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Morrissey
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Remember to let her into your heart.
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John Lennon
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Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me. No hope, no harm; just another false alarm
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Morrissey
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It's so easy to laugh It's so easy to hate It takes guts to be gentle and kind
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Morrissey
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I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday.
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Kris Kristofferson
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I called to wish you an unhappy birthday because you're evil and you lie and if you should die I may feel slightly sad, but I won't cry.
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Morrissey
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A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains.
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Criss Jami (Killosophy)
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We are small but we are many We are many we are small We were here before you rose We will be here when you fall
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Neil Gaiman (Coraline)
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Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
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Jon Bon Jovi (The Best of Bon Jovi / Cross Road)
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You're not right in the head, and nor am I, and this is why....this is why I like you.
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Morrissey
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We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us
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Jim Morrison
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Love me or hate me, i swear it won't make or break me.
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Lil Wayne
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I'm just a man, not a hero. just a boy, who wants to sing this song.
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Gerard Way
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Disappointment came to me, and booted me, and bruised and hurt me, but that's how people grow up.
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Morrissey
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Some things I cannot change, but 'til I try I'll never know.
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Stephen Schwartz (Wicked: The Complete Book and Lyrics of the Broadway Musical)
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I just want to be someone, to mean something to anyone…
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Charlotte Eriksson
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I truly loved you, but now I'm walking away
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Jonny Lang
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You don't know, oh, oh You don't know you're beautiful.
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One Direction
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I can chase you, and I can catch you, but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.
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Morrissey
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You can't take the sky from me.
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Joss Whedon
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one love, one heart
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Bob Marley
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If you feel so empty So used up, so let down If you feel so angry So ripped off so stepped on You're not the only one Refusing to back down You're not the only one So get up
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Three Days Grace (Three Days Grace)
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because being with you makes perfect sense
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Tim McGraw
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..And now you've lost the only thing that ever made you feel alive
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Keith Urban
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I wish the night would end, I wish the day'd begin, I wish it would rain or snow, or the wind would blow, or the grass would grow, I wish I had yesterday, I wish there were games to play...
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V.C. Andrews (Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1))
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Please don’t spoil my day; I’m miles away and, after all, I’m only sleeping.
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John Lennon (Lyrics of John Lennon)
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So, you can make me come, that doesn't make you Jesus.
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Tori Amos
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Because the song is us and the song is her and this time I’m going to use her name. Norah, Norah, Norah - no rhymes really. Just truth. I shouldn’t want the song to end. I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I’m seeing we don’t live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It’s an infinite playlist.
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David Levithan (Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist)
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Am I the reason you breathe Or am I the reason you cry?
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Saliva
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I know something you don't....and that is.... I'M NOT WEARING ANY UNDERWEAR! We're gonna get sexy for a minute!
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Gerard Way
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Because you let our love just fall apart You no longer have my heart
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Boyz II Men
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Skies are crying, I am watching, Catching teardrops in my hands. Only silence, as it's ending, Like we never had a chance. Do you have to make me feel Like there's nothing left of me?
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Demi Lovato
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Music is storming, driving, relentless, devotional, slinky, subtle, heartbreakingly-beautiful sounds that, lyrically, switch from the cynical to the sanguine, the defeated to the defiant, dealing in love, war, beauty, children, romance, rejection, Pethedine, poetry, panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, cold potatoes, too-much-money, not enough money, writer’s block, flowers, animals and more flowers. But maybe I’m projecting here.
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Nick Cave
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There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.
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Shel Silverstein (Where the Sidewalk Ends)
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You think you're lost but you're not lost on your own. You're not alone. I will stand by you, I will help you through when you’ve done all you can do. If you can’t cope, I will dry your eyes I will fight your fight, I will hold you tight and I wont let go
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Rascal Flatts
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I once had a dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events some of those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind, because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
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Lana Del Rey
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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 I shall hear, though soft you tread above me, And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be, For you will bend and tell me that you love me, And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me
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Frederic Edward Weatherly
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When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree, there will be an answer, let it be. For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see, there will be an answer. let it be. Let it be, let it be, ..... And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me, shine until tomorrow, let it be. I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be, .....
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Paul McCartney
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There's nothing you can do that can't be done Nothing you can sing that can't be sung. Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game. It's easy. Nothing you can make that can't be made. No one you can save that can't be saved. Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time. It's easy. Nothing you can know that isn't known. Nothing you can see that isn't shown. Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be. It's easy.
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John Lennon
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I am no king, and I am no lord, And I am no soldier at-arms," said he. "I'm none but a harper, and a very poor harper, That am come hither to wed with ye." "If you were a lord, you should be my lord, And the same if you were a thief," said she. "And if you are a harper, you shall be my harper, For it makes no matter to me, to me, For it makes no matter to me." "But what if it prove that I am no harper? That I lied for your love most monstrously?" "Why, then I'll teach you to play and sing, For I dearly love a good harp," said she.
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Peter S. Beagle (The Last Unicorn (The Last Unicorn, #1))
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You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to romantic love, back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame, back home to exile, to escape to Europe and some foreign land, back home to lyricism, to singing just for singing's sake, back home to aestheticism, to one's youthful idea of 'the artist' and the all-sufficiency of 'art' and 'beauty' and 'love,' back home to the ivory tower, back home to places in the country, to the cottage in Bermude, away from all the strife and conflict of the world, back home to the father you have lost and have been looking for, back home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden for you, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time--back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.
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Thomas Wolfe
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You forget all of it anyway. First, you forget everything you learned-the dates of the Hay-Herran Treaty and Pythagorean Theorem. You especially forget everything you didn't really learn, but just memorized the night before. You forget the names of all but one or two of your teachers, and eventually you'll forget those, too. You forget your junior class schedule and where you used to sit and your best friend's home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times. For me, it was something by Simon & Garfunkel. Who knows what it will be for you? And eventually, but slowly, oh so slowly, you forget your humiliations-even the ones that seemed indelible just fade away. You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. Who went to a good college. Who threw the best parties Who could get you pot. You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They're the last to go. And then once you've forgotten enough, you love someone else.
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Gabrielle Zevin (Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac)
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There are young men and women up and down the land who happily (or unhappily) tell anyone who will listen that they don’t have an academic turn of mind, or that they aren’t lucky enough to have been blessed with a good memory, and yet can recite hundreds of pop lyrics and reel off any amount of information about footballers. Why? Because they are interested in those things. They are curious. If you are hungry for food, you are prepared to hunt high and low for it. If you are hungry for information it is the same. Information is all around us, now more than ever before in human history. You barely have to stir or incommode yourself to find things out. The only reason people do not know much is because they do not care to know. They are incurious. Incuriosity is the oddest and most foolish failing there is.
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Stephen Fry (The Fry Chronicles)
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In the 1950s kids lost their innocence. They were liberated from their parents by well-paying jobs, cars, and lyrics in music that gave rise to a new term ---the generation gap. In the 1960s, kids lost their authority. It was a decade of protest---church, state, and parents were all called into question and found wanting. Their authority was rejected, yet nothing ever replaced it. In the 1970s, kids lost their love. It was the decade of me-ism dominated by hyphenated words beginning with self. Self-image, Self-esteem, Self-assertion....It made for a lonely world. Kids learned everything there was to know about sex and forgot everything there was to know about love, and no one had the nerve to tell them there was a difference. In the 1980s, kids lost their hope. Stripped of innocence, authority and love and plagued by the horror of a nuclear nightmare, large and growing numbers of this generation stopped believing in the future. In the 1990s kids lost their power to reason. Less and less were they taught the very basics of language, truth, and logic and they grew up with the irrationality of a postmodern world. In the new millennium, kids woke up and found out that somewhere in the midst of all this change, they had lost their imagination. Violence and perversion entertained them till none could talk of killing innocents since none was innocent anymore.
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Ravi Zacharias (Recapture the Wonder)
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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 you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade Your heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
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Roger Waters
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The first thing you notice about New Orleans are the burying grounds - the cemeteries - and they're a cold proposition, one of the best things there are here. Going by, you try to be as quiet as possible, better to let them sleep. Greek, Roman, sepulchres- palatial mausoleums made to order, phantomesque, signs and symbols of hidden decay - ghosts of women and men who have sinned and who've died and are now living in tombs. The past doesn't pass away so quickly here. You could be dead for a long time. The ghosts race towards the light, you can almost hear the heavy breathing spirits, all determined to get somewhere. New Orleans, unlike a lot of those places you go back to and that don't have the magic anymore, still has got it. Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. Around any corner, there's a promise of something daring and ideal and things are just getting going. There's something obscenely joyful behind every door, either that or somebody crying with their head in their hands. A lazy rhythm looms in the dreamy air and the atmosphere pulsates with bygone duels, past-life romance, comrades requesting comrades to aid them in some way. You can't see it, but you know it's here. Somebody is always sinking. Everyone seems to be from some very old Southern families. Either that or a foreigner. I like the way it is. There are a lot of places I like, but I like New Orleans better. There's a thousand different angles at any moment. At any time you could run into a ritual honoring some vaguely known queen. Bluebloods, titled persons like crazy drunks, lean weakly against the walls and drag themselves through the gutter. Even they seem to have insights you might want to listen to. No action seems inappropriate here. The city is one very long poem. Gardens full of pansies, pink petunias, opiates. Flower-bedecked shrines, white myrtles, bougainvillea and purple oleander stimulate your senses, make you feel cool and clear inside. Everything in New Orleans is a good idea. Bijou temple-type cottages and lyric cathedrals side by side. Houses and mansions, structures of wild grace. Italianate, Gothic, Romanesque, Greek Revival standing in a long line in the rain. Roman Catholic art. Sweeping front porches, turrets, cast-iron balconies, colonnades- 30-foot columns, gloriously beautiful- double pitched roofs, all the architecture of the whole wide world and it doesn't move. All that and a town square where public executions took place. In New Orleans you could almost see other dimensions. There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again. Chronic melancholia hanging from the trees. You never get tired of it. After a while you start to feel like a ghost from one of the tombs, like you're in a wax museum below crimson clouds. Spirit empire. Wealthy empire. One of Napoleon's generals, Lallemaud, was said to have come here to check it out, looking for a place for his commander to seek refuge after Waterloo. He scouted around and left, said that here the devil is damned, just like everybody else, only worse. The devil comes here and sighs. New Orleans. Exquisite, old-fashioned. A great place to live vicariously. Nothing makes any difference and you never feel hurt, a great place to really hit on things. Somebody puts something in front of you here and you might as well drink it. Great place to be intimate or do nothing. A place to come and hope you'll get smart - to feed pigeons looking for handouts
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Bob Dylan (Chronicles, Volume One)