Buffy Summers: Don t give me songs give me something to sing about

Punk rock was the tsunami that threatened to drown us all in 1977.

Set your dreams where nobody hides, give your tears to the tide...

My love for you was bulletproof.But you're the one who shot me.

Music . . . can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.

Cold,cold water,surrounds me now,and all I've got is your hand.

Misery loves another idiot with a jukebox where his soul should be.

But this music. This music has limbs that can hold me into morning.

You are the sun, and I'm the moon. In your shadow I can shine.

You stuttered like a kaleidoscope, because you knew too many words.

Lyrics belongs to us ina specific language, but music is universal.

Man, if you have to ask what it [jazz] is, you’ll never know.

The music of lovers is not generally appreciated by lovers of music

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.

It takes a special ear to appreciate the many sounds of good music.