"Millers angels are hovering in between the earth and the sun in the shadow of Gods unwavering love I am a fortunate son"
Counting Crows is an American rock band from Berkeley, California. Formed in 1991, the band consists of rhythm guitarist David Bryson, drummer Jim Bogios, vocalist Adam Duritz, keyboardist Charlie Gillingham, multi-instrumentalist David Immerglück, bassist Millard Powers, and lead guitarist Dan Vickrey. Past members include the drummers Steve Bowman (1991–1994) and Ben Mize (1994–2002), and bassis
"I will wait for you in Baton Rouge Ill miss you down in New Orleans Ill wait for you while she slips in something comfortable And Ill miss you when Im slipping in between If you wrap yourself in daffodils I will wrap myself in pain And if youre the queen of california Baby I am the king of the rain And I said Goodnight Elisabeth"
"Gotta get out on my own Gotta get up from this waiting, waiting at home Gotta get out of this sunlight Its melting my bones I gotta get up from this slumber Just get myself home"
"So she takes her pills Careful and round One of these days shes gonna throw the whole bottle down"
"A long December and theres reason to believe Maybe this year will be better than the last I cant remember the last thing that you said as you were leavin Now the days go by so fast"
"The smell of hospitals in winter And the feeling that its all a lot of oysters, but no pearls All at once you look across a crowded room To see the way that light attaches to a girl And its one more day up in the canyons And its one more night in Hollywood If you think you might come to California... I think you should"
"You open windows And you wait for someone warm to come inside. And then you freeze to death alone.This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time This dizzy life is just a hanging tree For me."
"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."
Rumi"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"
E. E. Cummings"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"
E. E. Cummings"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."
E. E. Cummings"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!"
Samuel Taylor Coleridge"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."
Samuel Taylor Coleridge