So you packed your world up inside a canvas sack, set off down the highway with your rings and Kerouac.
AL STEWARTThe evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.
More Al Stewart Quotes
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The literati in their cellarsPerform semantic tarantellas.I wish I did it half as well as them.
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most of the rest of it is about image or the beat or the sound, or else it’s a tribal thing.
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Only two to three per cent of an audience is interested in words and pays attention to lyrics.
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She doesn’t give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears.
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Whoever you pretend to be, you must face yourself eventually.
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On a morning from a Bogart movie, in a country where they turn back time.
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Country & western, rap, heavy metal, with historical folk rock off in some kind of cult.
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Movie queens diffuse into Cinema haze, while libertines read pornozines in street cafes.
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The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.
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And all the songs I ever sung each one of them untied me And all the girls I ever loved have left themselves inside me.
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Don’t bother asking for explanations, she’ll just tell you that she came in the year of the cat.
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You reach out your hand, but you’re all alone, in those time passages.
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Do you remember the church across the sands? You stood outside and planned to travel the lands, where the pilgrims go.
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And peer down the highway from here to eternity and reach out for love on the run.
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We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we’ve come.
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