The folks who know the truth aren’t talking. The ones who don’t have a clue, you can’t shut them up!
TOM WAITSBut it’s so hard to dance that way when it’s cold and there’s no music.
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Arithmetic arithmetock Turn the hands back on the clock How does the ocean rock the boat? How did the razor find my throat? The only strings that hold me here Are tangled up around the pier.
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And the earth died screaming, while I lay dreaming.
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Don’t plant your days they turn into weeds.
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When I was younger, I wanted to be older. Now I am older, I am not quite so sure.
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Most people don’t care if you’re telling them the truth or if you’re telling them a lie, as long as they’re entertained by it.
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I always thought songs are movies for the ears and films are like songs for the eyes.
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I always liked the idea that America is a big facade. We are all insects crawling across on the shiny hood of a Cadillac. We’re all looking at the wrapping. But we won’t tear the wrapping to see what lies beneath.
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People get frightened that success is going to take them out of life. They’re no longer going to be on the corner of Bedlam and Squalor; life will only be something you can get through the mail.
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The blues is like a planet. It’s an enormous topic. You can’t ignore the impact that it has had and continues to have on the whole musical culture. It’s a tree that everyone is swinging from. Without it, I don’t know where I would be. It’s indelible and indispensable.
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Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at.
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She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her.
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The way you do anything is the way you do everything.
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It’s rather mystifying when you think about writing songs – where they come from, and how they’re born.
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Don’t plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it, you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me – choke those little bad days. Choke ’em down to nothing.
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Writing songs is like capturing birds without killing them. Sometimes you end up with nothing but a mouthful of feathers.
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