And the earth died screaming, while I lay dreaming.
Oh, I'm not a percussionist, I just like to hit things.
I really like your playing
Writing songs is like capturing birds without killing them. Sometimes you end up with nothing but a mouthful of feathers.
The moon was sharp enough to draw blood from a stone
It's rather mystifying when you think about writing songs - where they come from, and how they're born.