If not for you, winter wouldn't hold no spring, couldn't hear a robin sing. I just wouldn't have a clue, if not for you.
The harmonica is the world's best-selling musical instrument. You're welcome.
If I had wings, no one would ask me: should I fly?
So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away, to the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.
Art is a never-ending dance of illusions.
I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps, or can't remember the sound of my own name.