I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, Going home, where the new york city winters aren’t bleedin’ me.
PAUL SIMONMaybe the heart is part of the mist. And that’s all that there is or could ever exist. Maybe and maybe and maybe some more. Maybe’s the exit that I’m looking for.
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Music is forever; music should grow and mature with you, following you right on up until you die.
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I’ve got a reason to believe we all be received in Graceland, Graceland, Memphis Tennessee.
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The phrasing didn’t work as well.
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We’re living in a certain time, and we’re aware of it. And that’s part of what we’re aware of, along with our own personal aches and pains.
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After all those years of automatic success, you don’t get nervous any more. It’s really necessary to be nervous and be a little bit frightened. It pumps the adrenalin into you and you really get down there and try.
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There is a moment, a chip in time, when leaving home is the lesser crime.
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Take two bodies and you twirl them into one, their hearts and their bones, and they won’t come undone.
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Artie is a singer, and I’m a writer and player and a singer. We didn’t work together on a creative level and prepare the songs. I did that.
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People often called us perfectionists, but we were not looking for perfection. We were looking for some kind of magic in the music.
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I try to open up my heart as much as I can and keep a real keen eye out that I don’t get sentimental. I think we’re all afraid to reveal our hearts. It’s not at all in fashion.
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By the time I was 12 or 13, I felt that I was special, because I could play the guitar and write songs.
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The dialogue between what’s going on in the world and what’s going on internally seems to be a natural thing – well, it’s natural to me, anyway, to have these thoughts.
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And you read your emily dickinson, And I my robert frost. And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what we’ve lost.
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In the clearing stands the boxer, and a fighter by his trade. And he carries a reminder of every glove that laid him down, or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame “I am leaving! I am leaving” but the fighter still remains.
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I stepped outside to smoke a J and when I came back to the room, everybody just seemed to move.
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