“And all the stars in the deep blue sky are the tears of the moon; the ones he cried while dreaming about the sun”

An eternity caught within a feeling is called love.

The moon is alive because of the darkness how could we – ever be afraid of something that gives the stars a home?

How short the happy moments seem and how endless the sad ones.

I want to go to the ocean, Where the water is as dark as your eyes, and while the waves crash in ivory glance, I want to call you mine.

The greatest form of art is unconditional love.

Our freedom lays deeper than your laws will ever cut into paper…For my words and rights are more than lines.

Give me just a little ray of hope and I promise to fly on my own.

Chances we don’t take turn into dreams we will forget.

I burned all our bridges – not knowing that love knows how to swim.

My love is like a lonely light wandering through the darkness searching for a home.

Sadness that is caused by the absence of love is deadly for the heart.

Somewhere between the stars there is a place for me and you; Where the moon kisses the horizon and the darkness fades away.

And all these strange birds in the morning sky feel more familiar than home.

We have to embrace our darkest thoughts to become light again.

Oh darling, if the universe would need the love of us careless humans to keep its restless heart alive the sky would be full of dead stars.

Too many people share the same tears.

The blues is an art of ambiguity, an assertion of the irrepressibly human over all circumstances, whether created by others or by one’s own human failing.

I call myself a blues singer, but you ain’t never heard me call myself a blues guitar man.

The idea of a hypnotic riff as the prime mover of a piece of music has been around for a long time, whether you’re talking about the Delta blues or music from Middle Eastern and African cultures.

Elvis, he was unique. And he loved the blues, it was a pity he didn’t do more.

When all the original blues guys are gone, you start to realize that someone has to tend to the tradition. I recognize that I have some responsibility to keep the music alive, and it’s a pretty honorable position to be in.

It was stumbling on to really the bible of the blues, you know, and a very powerful drug to be introduced to us and I absorbed it totally, and it changed my complete outlook on music.

I play with the nativity and tell mary she looks good in that color blue.

Every bad situation is a blues song waiting to happen.