The arts don't exist in isolation.
Fools rush in, where wise men never go, But wise men never fall in love, so how are they to know?
That old black magic has me in its spell, That old black magic that you weave so well; Icy fingers up and down my spine, The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.
It takes more talent to write music, but it takes more courage to write lyrics.
Skylark,Have you seen a valley green with SpringWhere my heart can go a-journeying,Over the shadows in the rainTo a blossom covered lane?And in your lonely flight,Haven't you heard the music in the night,Wonderful music,Faint as a will-o-the-wisp,Crazy as a loon,Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon.
Once upon a time the world was sweeter than we knew. Everything was ours; how happy we were then, but then once upon a time never comes again.
The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold. . . . I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.
One thing I want you to understand is if I make a decision, it's my decision.
There is no greater mistake in life than seeing things or hearing them at the wrong time.
Apart from a very close circle of friends, few people know my true self, and it's normal, I never put it into my music.
No nostalgia runs deeper than that for something one has never known and now cannot obtain.