Gordon Lightfoot
Does any one know where the love of God goesWhen the waves turn the minuted to hours ― Gordon Lightfoot, from “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald,” Songbook (Zweitausendeins
Category: Lyrics
Bob Dylan
You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows. ― Bob Dylan, from “Subterranean Homesick Blues,” Bringing It All Back Home (1965)
Richard Rodgers & Lorenz Hart
“Glad To Be Unhappy” Look at yourself, if you had a sense of humorYou would laugh to beat the bandLook at yourself, do you still believe the rumorThat romance is simply grand? Since you took it right on the chinYou have lost that bright toothpaste grinMy mental state is all a-jumbleI sit around and sadly… Continue reading Richard Rodgers & Lorenz Hart
Mazzy Star
I’m no foolI know you’re coolI never really wanted your heart. —Mazzy Star, from “Blue Flower,” She Hangs Brightly. (1990)
Leonard Cohen
When I have not rage or sorrow, and you depart from me, then I am most afraid. When the belly is full, and the mind has its sayings, then I fear for my soul; I rush to you as a child at night breaks into its parents’ room. Do not forget me in my satisfaction.… Continue reading Leonard Cohen
Leonard Cohen
I almost went to bedwithout rememberingthe four white violetsI put in the button-holeof your green sweater and how i kissed you thenand you kissed meshy as though I’dnever been your lover — Leonard Cohen, “Song,” The Spice-Box of Earth. (Jonathan Cape, London 1973.; F edition 1973)
Flyleaf
I will break into your thoughtsWith what’s written on my heart — Flyleaf, from “I’m So Sick,” Flyleaf (2006)
Leonard Cohen
I heard of a manwho says words so beautifullythat if he only speaks their namewomen give themselves to him.If I am dumb beside your bodywhile silence blossoms like tumors on our lips.it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside the door. — Leonard Cohen, “I heard of a man,”… Continue reading Leonard Cohen
Jim Morrison
I am troubled, immeasurablyby your eyes.I am struck by the featherof your soft reply.The sound of glassspeaks quick, disdainand concealswhat your eyes fightto explain. ― Jim Morrison, Wilderness: The Lost Writings, Vol. 1 (Vintage; 1st Vintage Books ed edition, December 17, 1989) Originally published 1988.
Tom Waits
‘T ain’t no sin to take off your skin, and dance around in your bones. — Tom Waits, from “T’aint No Sin (To Take Off Your Skin and Dance Around in Your Bones),” The Black Rider. Original Release Date: October 25, 1993. Island Records.
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