But if you're gonna dine with them cannibals Sooner or later, darling, you're gonna get eaten . . .
I’m forever near a stereo saying, ‘What the fuck is this garbage?’ And the answer is always the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
Inspiration is a word used by people who aren't really doing anything.
And she moves among the sparrows. And she floats upon the breeze. She moves among the flowers. She moves something deep inside of me
I look at you and you look at me and deep in our hearts know it That you weren't much of a muse, but then I weren't much of a poet
People think I'm a miserable sod but it's only because I get asked such bloody miserable questions.
I just found this world a hard place to be good in,’ says Bunny, then he closes his eyes and, with an expiration of breath, goes still.
If you got a trumpet, get on your feet, brother, and blow it!
It's a wonderful life if you can find it.
I've always had an obligation to creation, above all.
And I kissed away a thousand tears My lady of the Various Sorrows Some begged, some borrowed, some stolen Some kept safe for tomorrow.
Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built out of longing great wonders have been willed they're only little tears darling let them spill and lay your head upon my shoulder.
Said 2,000 years of Christian history, baby And you ain't learned to love me yet?
You searched through all my poets, From Sappho through to Auden, I saw the book fall from your hands, As you slowly died of boredom.
Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built Out of longing great wonders have been willed
In the hysterical technocracy of modern music, sorrow is sent to the back of the class where it sits, pissing its pants in mortal terror.
Hamlet got a gun now.
I've got some words of wisdom.
Stars have their moments then they die.
I think it's an essential fact for any performer or artist to fail as poignantly as they can succeed.
And Satan sighed and shook his head, played harp amongst the flames. ‘It’s Hell up there in Heaven too, for all that that is worth. Heaven is just a lie of mine to make it Hell on Earth.
Oh, we will know, won't we? The stars will explode in the sky Oh, but they don't, do they? Stars have their moment and then they die
Sorrow’s child grieves not what has passed But all the past still yet to come…
Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied.
Do you hear what I hear, babe? Does it make you feel afraid?
I am damned,' thinks Bunny Munro in a sudden moment of self-awareness reserved for those who are soon to die.
There Will Always Be Suffering It Flows Through Life Like Water
We sit at the gate and scratch, the gaunt fruit of passion.
You ain't got no self-respect, you feel like an insect Well don't you worry buddy, cause here he comes
Comatose, Pa's wife, the slobstress, buried an armchair beneath her bulk.
Humming softly with the child asleep in his arms, Sardus Swift looked to the winking stars and saw the moon - a smirk on the face of heaven - as he made his way home.
My true intent is all for your delight.
I look at you and you look at me and deep in our hearts babe we know it, that you weren't much of a muse, but then, I weren't much of a poet.
Oh, fuck it, I'm a monster, I admit it!
Vagina man,’ said Bunny, and his two colleagues went quiet and nodded in silent agreement.
I went down to my baby's house And I sat down on the step Said 2,000 years of Christian history, baby And you ain't learned to love me yet?