O' beautiful for spacious skies But now those skies are threatening They're beating plowshares into swords For this tired old man that we elected king Armchair warriors often fail And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales The lawyers clean up all details Since daddy had to lie But I know a place where we can go And wash away this sin We'll sit and watch the clouds roll by And the tall grass wave in the wind Just lay your head back on the ground And let your hair spill all around me Offer up your best defence But this is the end This is the end of the innocence
The wisdom that living brings, since I got a telegram from the God of simple things.
I don't want to discount talent and ability, but I still maintain that a lot of it is just sheer desire.
Lennon's was one of the first voices I emulated when I began to sing. When we held tryouts in my pal's dad's living room for the singer in our band, I sang a Beatles song that Lennon sang. There is something about the timbre of his voice, something that it conveys, that still gets to me. The quality and the poetry of his lyrics. The wry sense of humor. And the boyishness, in the beginning. There are a great many things that touch me about him... Lennon was, to put it in his own words, a 'working-class hero.'
My creative life is a constant struggle to achieve a balance between letting things flow in and letting things flow out.
I saw a Dead Head sticker on a Cadillac. A little voice inside my head said, don't look back, you can never look back.
Mick Jagger can't even make a successful solo album, and the Stones are the biggest rock group that ever was.
Playing the drums hurts my back.
In forty-five minutes, it'll all be done. We'll all be good and crispy, but we'll still be number one.
I try to write conversationally; I try to write like people speak and put the emphasis on the right syllable.
For you girl, there is not enough love in the world.
If dirt were dollars, I wouldn't have to worry anymore.
Nobody on the road. Nobody on the beach. I feel it in the air, the summer's out of reach.
What are these voices outside love's open door Make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more? I'm learning to live without you now But I miss you sometimes The more I know, the less I understand All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning again
I now derive physical and spiritual pleasure from gardening and there is tremendous satisfaction in knowing that I could survive almost anywhere if I had to.
We got the bubble headed bleached blonde comes on at five, She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam in her eye, It's interesting when people die give us dirty laundry...
My love for you will still be strong after the boys of summer have gone.
You're driving with your eyes closed.
We all know that crap is king, give us dirty laundry.
I've been trying to get down to the heart of the matter but my will gets weak and my thoughts seem to scatter but I think it's about forgiveness... forgiveness, even if you don't love me anymore.
I'm certainly not thrilled with everything the Eagles did, but there are some things I'm quite proud of.
Don't look back, you can never look back
Who knows how long this will last, now we've come so far so fast.
The government bugged the men's room in the local disco lounge.
No shame, no solution, no remorse, no retribution, just people selling t-shirts.
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