Because life is short but sweet for certain We're climbing two by two To be sure these days continue These things we cannot change
I found there's a fairly blatant racism in America that's already there, and I don't think I noticed it when I lived here as a kid. But when I went back to South Africa, and then it's sort of thrust in your face, and then came back here - I just see it everywhere.
When I listen to my favorite songwriters, they have such simple melodies and chords. I occasionally manage to stop at the right time, but all too often I keep on going until I have way too many notes and words. But that's just what I do.
We look to our leaders once we elect them to either lead us in the right direction or at least not crush us.
Life goes on, end of tunnel, TV set Spot in the middle Static fade, statistic bit And soon I fade away, fade away
I find a therapy in playing music, in many different ways.
Satellite in my eyes Like a diamond in the sky How I wonder Satellite strung from the moon And the world your balloon Peeping Tom for the mother station
First time I kissed you, I lost my legs.
How we can stay faithful to the people that have supported us from the beginning is a thought in my mind. I always want to keep that part of it alive.
Oh, man, oh how I wish I didn't smoke or drink to reason with my head.
I see you young and soft oh little baby Little feet, little hands, little baby One year of crying and the words creep up inside Creep into your mind So much to say
When I step into the light My arms are open wide When I step into the light My eyes searching wildly
Keep it locked up inside Don't talk about it Talk about the weather Can't see the light
Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die
For a moment this good time would never end You and me Just wasting time I was kissing you You were kissing me love From good day into a moonlight
She feels like kicking out all the windows And setting fire to this life She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright But all the colors mix together - to grey
Is this not enough? This blessed sip of life Is it not enough? Staring down at the ground Then complain and pray for more from above Greedy little pig
Everyday should be a good day to die
You seek up an emotion and your cup is overflowing, you seek up an emotion sometimes your well is dry
She thinks, "Hey, How did I come to this? I dream myself a thousand times around the world, But I can't get out of this place"
Out of the darkness comes light like a flash You think you can, you think you can Sometimes that is the problem Dream little darling dream
The brightest star on a cloudless night Some kind of miracle, almost empty sky... Just as the bite of the blade wakes the absent mind There's time to dream and there's time to open your eyes
I swear by now I'm playing time against my troubles I'm coming slow but speeding
It's so hard for me to even acknowledge America without talking about race. If you look at our society, if you look at the prisons, if you look at the poverty and which side of the line the majority of people are, we have to acknowledge how we divide ourselves up, that there's racism alive in this country. And it's not in the law. It's in our minds. And that's what we have to actively battle.
I'm partly obsessed by aging gracefully.