Mama, don't take my Kodachrome away.
Someone could walk into this room and say your life is on fire.
Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on.
I question what emotion Manilow touches. People are entertained by him. But are they emotionally moved? I don't believe anything that Barry Manilow sings.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried...I am a rock.
Not every song I write is ecstasy. And it can happen only one time. After that, when you sing the same melody and words, it's pleasure, but you don't get wiped out.