What reality was ever made by realists?
And if you stop and think about it you won't believe it's true: That all the love you've been giving has all been meant for you.
My songs form a kind of biography or diary of my life as they are about people I have loved and people I only knew in my heart, places I have seen only for a moment and places I have lived all my life.
Nights in white satin never reaching the end Letters I've written never meaning to send Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before Just what the truth is I can't say any more Cause I love you Yes I love you Oh how I love you
I can be stupid in my lyrics or say whatever I want without having to worry about anybody else's feeling or anybody being embarrassed by it or anything like that.
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.
As you go along, you realize you have ambitions but when you get there, you want something else, so you're moving very quickly.
Sometimes armchair quarterbacks are doing it to enhance their own image. I'm just not comfortable with that idea.
The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss. . . it is inevitable as life.
But despite the universality of URLs, we often forget that they're not just a handy way to address network resources. They're also valuable communication tools.
One of my life goals is to be a best man. It's a baller position. You get drunk, you make speeches, and you make love to the prettiest bridesmaid. Usually standing from behind.