Lyrics Quotes - Page 5

Lyrics paved my teenage route to loving words. I take those passionate mini-stories with me everywhere.

Tears flood in youyour eyes burningyour heart scars with my name scratched deepMy face is gonemy heart betrayed by your lullabiesI’m a shadow of a girl insideHands are touching younothing takes the place of youHeart wrench, weeps goodbyeLullabies, beautiful and trustingBarely breathing as they break into dustLonely corners meSweeps me off my feetShows me it was better for meFingertips holding closeyour grip not as softFollows me to an empty bedI can’t stop the weakening of my soulmy body is dyingyour tune is holding my mindLet me gosee what I doNo controlNo youYou whisper your sweet goodbyeIf it is small it won’t interrupt my sleepBut my heart you keepYou say it’s for meBut who would be happy?Alone left out in the cold

We are the cause of a world that's gone wrong. Nature will survive us, we've been wrong after all. We are the cause of a world that's gone wrong. Wouldn't it be great to heal the world with only a song? (Sky is Over)

There is no future,there is not past, I live this moment as my last,there's only this,forget regret, no other road, no other way,no day but today

You used to get it in your fishnetsNow you only get it in your nightdressDiscarded all the naughty nights for niceness......Remeber when the boys were all electric?

[O]ne man's vulgarity is another's lyric.

You used to make me feel like I could walk on waterNow most nights I'm just sinking down and downYou're the reason why I can't listen to the same songs I used to

I took a road that wasn't the road, but it was something I chose and that's fine.

Music is the secret language that effortlessly connects our bodies, our minds, and our souls. I’m addicted to the lyrics— they speak to me in a way only he and I will understand. So, until it’s safe to speak my mind, I’ll speak to him through lyrics. I’m addicted to him. He’s a song I never want to end.

Life's just a cocktail party - on the street.

In the land of Gods and MonstersI was an AngelLiving in the garden of evilScrewed up, scared, doing anything that I neededShining like a fiery beaconYou got that medicine I needFame, Liquor, Love give it to me slowlyPut your hands on my waist, do it softlyMe and God, we don't get along so now I singNo one's gonna take my soul awayI'm living like Jim MorrisonHeaded towards a fucked up holidayMotel sprees sprees and I'm singing'Fuck yeah give it to me this is heaven, what I trulyWant'It's innocence lostInnocence lostIn the land of Gods and MonstersI was an AngelLooking to get fucked hardLike a groupie incognito posing as a real singerLife imitates artYou got that medicine I needDope, shoot it up, straight to the heart pleaseI don't really wanna know what's good for meGod's dead, I said 'baby that's alright with me'No one's gonna take my soul awayI'm living like Jim MorrisonHeaded towards a fucked up holidayMotel sprees sprees and I'm singing'Fuck yeah give it to me this is heaven, what I trulyWant'It's innocence lostInnocence lostWhen you talk it's like a movie and you're making meCrazy -Cause life imitates artIf I get a little prettier can I be your baby?You tell me, "life isn't that hard"No one's gonna take my soul awayI'm living like Jim MorrisonHeaded towards a fucked up holidayMotel sprees sprees and I'm singing'Fuck yeah give it to me this is heaven, what I trulyWant'It's innocence lostInnocence lost

I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours

You're so easy to read but the book is boring me.

I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out - Thank you, drop dead!

I'd love to...but only with you.

Do you remember when we learned how to fly? We'd play make-believe, we were young and had time on our side

Set your dreams where nobody hides, give your tears to the tide...

You don't like me, but you love me; either way, you're wrong.

In starlit nights I saw you,So cruelly you kissed me.Your lips a magic world,Your sky all hung with jewels.The killing moonWill come too soon.

When did a free country start to mean free enterprise? Who sold Democracy out for a golden calf we got to idolize?

Maybe I'm overcast. And maybe all my lucks washed down the drain.

Bah-Bah-black sheep, have you any soul?No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?

There were things I'd never do again, but then, they'd always seemed right.

Fuck the past and everyone that dragged you here.

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof...

And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth?

If you feel so emptySo used up, so let downIf you feel so angrySo ripped off so stepped onYou're not the only oneRefusing to back downYou're not the only oneSo get up

Why don't you show me the little bit of spine you've been saving for his mattress?

But I can't confront the doubts I have.I can't admit that maybe the past was bad,and so, for the sake of momentumI'm condemning the future to deathso it can match the past.

They can rip you bring you down, down to their size, but they will never get to the heart you hold inside.

If you're not creating, you're disintegrating.

When all that you've tried, leaves nothing but holes inside.

Tonight we flyOver the mountainsThe beach and the seaOver the friends that we've knownAnd those that we now knowAnd those who we've yet to meetAnd when we dieOh, will we beThat disappointedOr sadIf heaven doesn't existWhat will we have missedThis life is the best we've ever had

That was how we spoke, my mother and I: in puns and games and rhymes. In, you might say, lyrics. This was our tragedy. We were language's magpies by nature, stealing whatever sounded bright and shiny. We were tinpan alleycats, but the gift of music had been withheld. We could not sing along, though we always knew the words. Still, defiantly, we roared our tuneless roars, we fell off the high notes and were trampled by the low ones. And if bitter ices were the consequence, well, there were worse fates in the world than that.

Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you.

Seven deadly sins,seven ways to win,seven holy paths to hell,and your trip beginsSeven downward slopesseven bloodied hopesseven are your burning fires,seven your desires...

Are we just dreamingIn the city that never sleeps?Cause I can't be seeingWhat my eyes tell me.

Something gets lost when you translate. It's hard to keep straight. Perspective is every thing.

Long live the pioneersRebels and mutineersGo forth and have no fearCome close the end is near

Astray from a deep sleep chronic as I write by phonics, like insomnia I will always live the onyx night for revealing, and, upon it, still I'll steal the bright light of day right away just to keep building at speeds hypersonic.

Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road.We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.

Because ENOUGH is TOO MUCH!And look around ...can you blame us?!

You know you've done enoughWhen every bone is sore,You know you've prayed enoughWhen you don't ask any more,You know you're coming to some kind of understandingWhen every dream you've dreamed has passedAnd your still standing.

You can plan on a change in the weather and time, but I never planned on you changing you mind.

I don't let nobody see me wishin' he was mine

Take all of your wasted honorEvery little past frustrationTake all of your so-called problems,Better put 'em in quotations

I still don't belong to anyone - I am mine.

I'm kind of over getting told to throw my hands up in the air,So there.

We're so happy, even when we're smiling out of fear.

I change by not changing at all.

They can take tomorrow and the plans we made They can take the music that we'll never play All the broken dreams, take everything Just take it away but they can never have yesterday They can take the future that we'll never know They can take the places that we said we would go All the broken dreams, take everything Just take it away but they can never have yesterday

No use wishing now for any other sin.

There's a time I can recallFour years old and three feet tallTrying to touch the stars and the cookie jarAnd both were out of reach

I walked when I should have runI ran when I should have walkedAnd don't I know it, don't I know it

The worst things in life come free to us

The trouble with poetry is it's often written to the sound of a drum only the poet may hear; nonetheless, blessed are those poets who always manage to find unshakeable pleasure in their own works.

Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or CapuletsJust banging tunes and DJ setsAnd dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtinessI Bet that You Look Good on the Dancefloor

So don't you worry your pretty little mind because people throw rocks at things that shine. [Ours]

And as I touch your shoulder tonight this room has become the centre of the entire universe.

Diazapam (that's valium), temazepam, lithium, ECT, HRT - how long must I stay on this stuff? Don't give me anymore!