Elusive dreams and vague desires fanned to fiery needs by deadly deeds of falling empires.
The times you impress me the most are the times when you don't try.
I'm drinking champagne, got the head phones up high, can't numb you out.
You could write a song about some kind of emotional problem you are having, but it would not be a good song, in my eyes, until it went through a period of sensitivity to a moment of clarity. Without that moment of clarity to contribute to the song, it's just complaining.
I'm a little young for retirement.
When I was 19 I went to art school. I had six months of teaching myself to play baritone ukulele under my belt so I was sort of a novice folkie... I was singing folk songs at that time.