Sail on, sail on, o' might Ship of State. To the shores of need, past the reefs of greed, through the squalls of hate. Sail on, sail on, sail on.
Leonard CohenWe used to play music for fun. Much more than now. Now nobody picks up a guitar unless they're paid for it.
Leonard CohenI almost went to bed without remembering the four white violets I put in the button-hole of your green sweater and how i kissed you then and you kissed me shy as though Iโd never been your lover
Leonard Cohen