…A few can touch the magic string And noisy Fame is proud to win them Alas for those that never sing But die with all their music in them. Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song has told their hearts’ sad story Weep for the voiceless, who have known The cross without the crown of glory
“It seems to me now that the plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don’t need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.
- nick hornby”— unpunk