No issue is more compelling than the air we breathe, be it hot or cold, be it hawk or human.
The only bridge I've ever burned along this legacy I dance is the one that linked the cities of prosperity and chance.
There's smoke in my iris, but I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids
. . . I've never had a dream in my life, Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued. I knew what I wanted, and did it till it was done. So I've been the dream I wanted to be since Day One.
Dream a little dream, Or you can live a little dream I'd rather live it 'Cause dreamers always chase But never get it
I'm just tryin to be somebody I can talk to in the morning with a smile.
Now we the American working population Hate the fact that eight hours a day Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us And we may not hate our jobs But we hate jobs in general That don't have to do with fighting our own causes. We the American working population Hate the nine-to-five, day-in day-out When we'd rather be supporting ourselves By being paid to perfect the pastimes That we have harbored based solely on the fact That it makes us smile if it sounds dope.
To get a traveling salesman drunk is the height of impossibility.
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, I had a beautiful friend And dreamed that the old despair Would end in love in the end.
People in the White House work hard, whatever administration. They get rewarded in psychic income, a sense that they are involved in something bigger than themselves, that it's important.
People who know how to creatively break the rules also know why the rules were there in the first place.