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"He made me mess the song up when I looked at him... We can show the kids the tape and say, "Look, thats when we first laid eyes on each other."
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Edie Brickell"I really thought I could give it up... But I really love music, and having a creative outlet is really the best thing you can do for yourself."
Edie Arlisa Brickell is an American singer-songwriter widely known for 1988's Shooting Rubberbands at the Stars, the debut album by Edie Brickell & New Bohemians, which went to No. 4 on the Billboard albums chart. She is married to singer-songwriter Paul Simon.
"He made me mess the song up when I looked at him... We can show the kids the tape and say, "Look, thats when we first laid eyes on each other."
"Im not aware of too many things. I know what I know if you know what I mean."
"Choke me in the shallow water before I get too deep."
"Sail through the sea of sad faces with love. Love. Love for everyone. Drift like a little boat on a wave."
"Wheels keep on turning and turning and turning And nothings disturbing the way they go around."
"Philosophy, is the talk on a cereal box. Religion, is a smile on a dog."
"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."
"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"
"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"
"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."
"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"
"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."