you dont know what you got till its gone
I'm drinking champagne, got the head phones up high, can't numb you out.
I get the same charge from juxtaposition of colors as I do from juxtaposition of chords.
everything comes and goes; pleasure moves on too early and trouble leaves too slow
Eventually, with success, I started to feel more and more isolated - like I didn't have a community of artists.
We love our lovin'....but not like we love our freedom.