lyrics

Rejection is one thing - but rejection from a fool is cruel.

If you're looking to get silly, you better go back to from where you came. because the cops don't need you and man they expect the same.

I am human and I need to be loved,just like everybody else does.

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

There ain't no money in poetry, that's what keeps the poet free. I've had all the freedom I can stand.

You can't take the sky from me.

You're not right in the head, and nor am I, and this is why....this is why I like you.

I visit you in my dreams and you talk to me in songs. Each sentence is a bridge taking me closer to the city that you are.

With the rumble of the waterfall in the distance, I slipped into sleep and dreamed of a red-haired girl holding a posy of white flowers. The words of Mr. Noyes's poem crept from the pages of my picture book and tiptoed into my mind. "Then you blow your magic vial, / Shape it like a crescent moon, / Set it up and make your trial, / Singing, 'Fairies, ah, come soon!

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

Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me.No hope, no harm; just another false alarm

Millions cheer the warriorspilling blood across the ringwhile the one who stands for peaceis ridiculed and shamed.Must hearts forever sufferfrom ignorance and greed?Can bombs heal our soulsor set our spirits free?

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

Pay to go inside Neruda's homeA body lies there with no dome.But right there in the front hallLean a fairy against the icy wall.Oh Endless enigmas had the bard!Nice and large and calm backyardEnds In the middle of a rare roomRare portrait of revelishing gloom.Up climbing at the weird snail stairDoes make you grasp for some air.And there's a room with bric-a-brac:Old and precious books all in a pack.Dare saying what I liked most of all?Enjoyed seeing visitors having a ball!

With the world's fate resting on your shoulder - you're gonna need someone on your side.You can't do it by yourself any longer - you're gonna need someone on your side.

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

Once I realize that the tune I__ whistling in my head is the theme that__ driving my heart, I suddenly realize that the most important question I can ask is, __hat are the lyrics?

I could crawl inside the lyrics and know each note intimately. They would claw at my soul, until I could no longer fight the emotions that took me to a place I couldn't experience. But, it was the possibility that made every verse a heart filled prediction and every beat a direction to follow.