Could you imagine the way I felt, I couldn't unfasten her safety belt. All the way home I held a grudge, for the safety belt that wouldn't budge.
My music is simple stuff. Anybody can sit down, look at a set of symbols and produce sounds the music represents.
He could play the guitar just like ringing a bell.
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news.
Sometime we'll try and reach for things we know we each want and don't deserve.