Best 238 of Lyrics quotes - MyQuotes
Astray from a deep sleep chronic as I write by phonics, like insomnia I will always live the onyx night for revealing, and, upon it, still I'll steal the bright light of day right away just to keep building at speeds hypersonic.
This is how it works: you're young until you're not. You love until you don't, you try until you can't, you laugh until you cry, you cry until you laugh. And everyone must breathe until their dying breath. This is how it works: you peer inside yourself, you take the things you like and try to love the things you don't. And then you take that love you make and stick it into someone else's heart pumping someone else's blood.
You know I love to spend my mornings, like sunlight dancing on your skin
Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built Out of longing great wonders have been willed
From attraction and affection Cover of perfection Failure beyond texture to a painful lesson Everything that was from the start wasn't from the heart
It won't give up, it wants me dead Goddamn this noise inside my head
Tears flood in you your eyes burning your heart scars with my name scratched deep My face is gone my heart betrayed by your lullabies I’m a shadow of a girl inside Hands are touching you nothing takes the place of you Heart wrench, weeps goodbye Lullabies, beautiful and trusting Barely breathing as they break into dust Lonely corners me Sweeps me off my feet Shows me it was better for me Fingertips holding close your grip not as soft Follows me to an empty bed I can’t stop the weakening of my soul my body is dying your tune is holding my mind Let me go see what I do No control No you You whisper your sweet goodbye If it is small it won’t interrupt my sleep But my heart you keep You say it’s for me But who would be happy? Alone left out in the cold
Fee-fi-fo-fum, you better run and hide I smell the blood of a petty little coward
It isn't 'Too late now', shouldn't it be 'From now on'? That is the password that will take away the regret.
The worst things in life come free to us
I didn't play the cards I was dealt. I changed the cards.
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.
The extent of creativity to which I admire in an individual is his ability to be richly creative while still, in a way, telling the truth. It is the fool who creates only his own lies, and the bore who simply repeats what he is told.
Good lyrics always drown me with them till they cease to flow.
Walk and love We're walking in love For the walk of love
But l’m good at being uncomfortable So I can’t stop changing all the time.
The houses have been condemned on Memory Lane I’m tired of this struggle that leaves everything the same I’ve tried so hard to make it work that I’m dying inside Well, you can take my past But you can’t have my tomorrow Promises that remain promises are useless and they’re cheap I wish I could put a price on words so I could make them keep I put so much faith in you I lost all my faith in me Well, you can take my past But you can’t have my tomorrow I’m giving up on giving up I can’t leave it all to prayer ‘Cause the first step in getting better is knowing what’s not there You said you’d make it better and that just makes it worse Well, you can take my past But you can’t have my tomorrow Yes, I want my life to last So you can’t have my tomorrow No, you can’t have my tomorrow
Someday we'll find it the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers and me
You used to make me feel like I could walk on water Now most nights I'm just sinking down and down You're the reason why I can't listen to the same songs I used to
We take jokes way too far.
Ishwara Algorithm Should we sleep to know how to sleep? Should we breathe to know how to breathe? We must be aware to know how to be happy? Clearly not! Happiness is oblivion!
You made me feel less alone You made me feel not quite so Deformed, uninformed and hunchbacked Are you aware wherever you are That you have just died?
Catch me I'm falling. Please hear me calling. Catch me before it's too late!
Got your fingerprints as evidence all on my body Put your right hand on the book and you were found guilty I can’t wait forever but that’s how it’s gonna be For me they’ll never be Case Closed
Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind. Can't ease this pain, so easily.
I just wanna drink chocolate milk with my lovely!
We have teeth and we have tails We have tails we have eyes We were here before you fell We will be here when you rise.
I still don't belong to anyone - I am mine.
Look into the wall of my mind's eye I think I know, but I don't know why The questions are the answers you might need Coming in a mess, going out in style I ain't good looking, but I'm someone's child No one can give me the air that's mine to breathe.
Which one of us, went and fucked up?
It doesn't mean that much to me to mean that much to you.
The best way to scare a Tory is to read and get rich.
Try to knock us down, we'll get up every time. "24/Seven
This is almost always the case: A piece of art receives its f(r)ame when found offensive.
Sailboats with they were stars, floating softly through the sky, among our dreams that pay goodbye.
Ah! Pauvre ami, comme il m'aimait!
You only get one go at it... might as well Rock it.
Do you remember when we learned how to fly? We'd play make-believe, we were young and had time on our side
There ain't no money in poetry, that's what keeps the poet free. I've had all the freedom I can stand.
Delicate in every way but one God knows we like archaic kinds of fun Chance is the only game I play with, baby We let our battles choose us.
Bah-Bah-black sheep, have you any soul? No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?
It might feel like the end of the world-- but it's the beginning of your art.
Don't let them break you... don't let them tell you who you are
Besides this I place another equally obvious confirmation of my view that opera is based on the same principles as our Alexandrian culture. Opera is the birth of the theoretical man, the critical layman, not of the artist: one of the most surprising facts in the history of all the arts. It was the demand of throughly unmusical hearers that before everything else the words must be understood, so that according to them a rebirth of music is to be expected only when some mode of singing has been discovered in which textword lords it over counterpoint like master over servant: For the words, it is argued, are as much nobler than the accompanying harmonic system as the soul is nobler than the body.
Maybe the key to finding the perfect song is simply rewriting the lyrics.
Then I heard your voice as clear as day, And you told me I should concentrate, It was all so strange, And so surreal, That a ghost should be so practical. Only if for a night And the only solution was to stand and fight, And my body was bruised and I was set alight, But you came over me like some holy rite, And although I was burning, You're the only light Only if for a night
I'm a wanderess I'm a one night stand Don't belong to no city Don't belong to no man (Note: These lyrics were inspired by Roman Payne's quote from his novel "The Wanderess".)
I’m passing the bar Where you first got in my car I’m not ashamed to admit That it’s you I won’t forget I saved your cigarettes and Bad habits I regret But the hours flew by like clouds Whenever I had you around Parachute lover Take me away From the plane that went crashing And the earth that’s in flames Saving you is saving me High above the redwood trees But down below I see shadows And parachute debris We're drifting like children Along for the ride Each time we find love Another parachute arrives Our madness will burn As bright as the sun And I’ll keep finding lovers But you were the one
You can dance. You can make me laugh. You've got x-ray eyes. You know how to sing. You're a diplomat. You've got it all. Everybody loves you. You can charm the birds out of the sky, But I, I've got one thing. You always know just what to say And when to go, But I've got one thing. You can see in the dark, But I've got one thing: I loved you better. Last night I woke up, Saw this angel. He flew in my window. And he said, Girl, pretty proud of yourself, huh?" And I looked around and said, Who me?" And he said, "The higher you fly, the faster you fall." He said, "Send it up. Watch it rise. See it fall, Gravity's rainbow. Send it up. Watch it rise. See it fall, Gravity's Angel.
I don't want to feel you die, but if that's the way that God has planned you Well, I'll put pennies on your eyes. And it will go away, see? You've only lived a minute of your life. I must be dreaming... Is someone calling me? No... I think I hear a voice, They're outside the door!