No more can they keep us inListen, damn it, we will winThey see it right, they see it wellBut they think this saves us from our hell

You can’t become a famous garage band if you never perform outside your garage. That’s why my band plays in my driveway.

When it happens that I am more moved by the song than the thing which is sung, I confess that I sin in a manner deserving punishment

Where were you? When everything was falling apart. All my days staying by the telephone. You never rang and all I needed was a call.

For the celebration I got champagne flutes, even though I’m not musical. That night I felt like Mozart. He was a drunk, right?

Music is the great uniter. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything and anything else can have in common.

I have no doubt that, had I actually been growing up in the 1930s or 1940s, I would have been grooving to turn-of-the-century beats.

I walk like a guitar being strummed, and I love like cheese being forced through a grater. I like my nachos covered in melted music.

Music is the sweetest language for hearts, kindest prayer for souls, peaceful breeze for minds, and a magical sail for imaginations.

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Wind is the sacred music of the leaves; wherever and whenever the wind blows, over there leaves start their holy dancing frantically!

A tapping foot isn’t the best a listener can get from a song: A good song makes a listener dance. A great song makes him think.

I wish I listened through my urethra, because imagine how euphoric and orgasmic music would be. One love song might get you pregnant.

You can love a song, but you can form a bond with an album, a relationship that evolves as organically and beautifully as a marriage.

También en su mundo distante, más distante que la propia luna, la música era capaz de penetrar y hacer milagros.