Writing about music is like dancing about architecture – it’s really a stupid thing to want to do.
Can a mere song change a people’s minds? I doubt that it is so. But a song can infiltrate your heart and the heart may change your mind.
I believe that music is connected by human passions and curiosities rather than by marketing strategies.
The radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools tryin’ to anesthetize the way that you feel.
Life is so strangeI don’t know whyBut somebody, somebody has to cry.
He’s such a dragHe’s not insaneIt’s just that everybodyHas to feel his pain.
You think you’re alone until you realize you’re in it.Now fear is here to stay, love is here for a visit.
I could say it was the nights when I was lonelyand you were the only one who’d talk.I could tell you that I like your sensitivity,when you know it’s the way that you walk.
It’s a breath you took too late.It’s a death that’s worse than fate.
Oh, I know that she’s disgusted,cause she’s feeling so abused.She gets tired of the lust,but it’s so hard to refuse.
So you take her to the pictures,trying to become a fixture.Inch by inch trying to reach her,all the way through the second feature.Worrying about your physical fitness,tell me how you got this sickness?
I don’t wanna be a lover,I just wanna be your victim.
But it’s easier to say ‘I love you’,than ‘Yours, sincerely’ I suppose.
There’s a girl in this dress,there’s always a girl in distress.
Smokey Robinson writes the heartfelt songs, whereas it was my job to write the songs about weakness and failure in love.
We’re all just animals. That’s all we are, and everything else is just an elaborate justification of our instincts. That’s where music comes from. And romantic poetry. And bad novels.
Happiness isn’t a fortune in a cookie. It’s deeper, wider, funnier, and more transporting than that.