Follow the yellow brick road.
The greatest romance in the life of a lyricist is when the right word meets the right note; often, however, a Park Avenue phrase elopes with a Bleecker Street chord, resulting in a shotgun wedding and a quickie divorce.
We gotta be free - The eagle and me. see Amelia Jenks Bloomer, Emancipation of Women
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can't I?
All the heroes of tomorrow are the heretics of today.
Songs are the pulse of a nation's heart. A fever chart of its health.