A new idea is just seven old ones all mixed up. That’s kinda how my songs work.
Even if I heard every song, it would never be enough.
We get as close to death as we can to feel alive.
Do you make carpets? Because you are cutting that rug!
People don’t always listen. But that’s no reason to keep quiet.
I have this feeling like I’m yearning for something I’ve lost. One day, I’ll catch it in a song.
We’re all looking for meaning, even after we’ve found it.
One day, the music will stop. Better dance while you can.
Moods are like melodies. They go up, they go down and sometimes, they surprise.