I Had No Voice To Talk With

Singing What's In Your Heart? Naming The Things You Love And Loathe? You Can Get Hurt That Way. Hell, You Will Get Hurt That Way. But You'll Get Hurt Trying To Hide Away In All That Silence And Leave Your Life Unsung. There's No Future Without Tears. Are You Really Setting Your Hopes On Not Getting Hurt At All? You Think That's An Option? You Clearly Aren't Listening To Enough Morrissey Songs.

The Stones Suggested That If You Dabble In Decadence, You Could Turn Into A Devil-worshipping Junkie. Paul Mccartney Suggested That If You Mess Around With Girl Worship, You Could Turn Into A Husband. So Paul Was A Lot Scarier.

Tonight, I Feel Like My Whole Body Is Made Out Of Memories. I'm A Mix-tape, A Cassette That's Been Rewound So Many Times You Can Hear The Fingerprints Smudged On The Tape.

Seeing Taylor Swift Live In 2013 Is Seeing A Maestro At The Top Of Her Or Anyone's Game. No Other Pop Auteur Can Touch Her Right Now For Emotional Excess Or Musical Reach - Her Punk Is So Punk, Her Disco Is So Disco. The Red Sequins On Her Guitar Match The Ones On Her Microphone, Her Shoes And 80 Percent Of The Crowd.

If All Music Did Was Bring The Past Alive, That Would Be Fine. You Can Hide Away In Music And Let It Recapture Memories Of Things That Used To Be. But Music Is Greedy And It Wants More Of Your Heart Than That. It Demands The Future, Your Future. Music Wants The Rest Of Your Life. So You Can't Rest Easy. At Any Moment, A Song Can Come Out Of Nowhere To Shake You Up, Jump-start Your Emotions, Ruin Your Life.