G. W. Mitchell Quotes

I hate show business.

We'll laugh and toast to nothing, and smash our empty glasses down.

I have one piece of music, since 1997, and I don't see it having lyrics. Where does it go in this world? So I haven't recorded it.

I met a redneck on a Grecian isle who did the Goat Dance very well.

They used to laugh at me when I refused to ride on all those double decker buses, all because there was no driver on the top.

The bands and the roadies, love 'em and leave 'em. It's pleasure to try 'em, but trouble to keep 'em.

He saw my complications and he mirrored me back simplified, and we laughed how our perfect world would always be denied.

I assume there must be some kind of genetic thrust. My two grandmothers were very different, but both of them were frustrated musicians.

The pirate he will sink you with a kiss, he'll steal your heart and sail away.

Does the moon play only silver when it strums the galaxy?

Fibers in a variety of colors protrude out of my skin like mushrooms after a rainstorm. They cannot be forensically identified as animal, vegetable or mineral.

I hang my laundry on the line when I write.

I never really wanted to be a star. I didn't like entering a room with all eyes on me. I still don't really like the attention of a birthday party.

Richard got married to a figure skater, and he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator.

I prefer Christmas, which is everybody's holiday. It's just my nature. I don't like to be zeroed in on en masse.

I always thought the women of song don't get along, and I don't know why that is.

Elusive dreams and vague desires fanned to fiery needs by deadly deeds of falling empires.

Oh it gets so lonely When you're walking And the streets are full of strangers

I'm drinking champagne, got the head phones up high, can't numb you out.

Inside your own self pity there you swim, in sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you, and only with your laughter can you win.

You feed it all your woes, the ghostly garden grows.

The Hollywood sirens are shrieking, while down some search lit alley runs some lost belief.

But you know it's hard to tell When you're in the spell if it's wrong or if it's real But you're bound to lose If you let the blues get you scared to feel

I'm a painter first, and a musician second.

I see bodies as individual things.

What I do is unusual: chordal movements that have never been used before, changing keys and modalities mid-song.

It's life's illusions that I recall, I really don't know life at all

The songwriting was almost like something I did while I was waiting for my daughter to come back.

Fear is like the wilderland - Stepping stones or sinking sand

Do you see how you hurt me, baby? So I hurt you too. Then we both get so blue. I am on a lonely road and I am traveling, looking for the key to set me free.

I liked playing in small clubs. I really liked holding the attention of thirty or forty people. I never liked the roar of the big crowd.

I couldn't see passion as a bad thing.

I've got 50 different tunings in the guitar.

I don't like to make fluffy little songs, but now I want to make some light songs.

America is in a runaway-train position and dragging all the world with it. It's grotesquely mentally ill.

Musically, I don't think I'd ever dry up. I trust my musical invention.

I'm a method actress in my songs, which is why it's hard to sing them.

I certainly don't want to be an angry old artist.

In terms of fiction, I'd rather go out and have a good time than read a book about someone having a good or bad time.

I'd had a rough childhood.

My life came down to being a granny and watching a lot of television.

I try not to steal from myself, but the modalities create similarities.

When I felt that fame - people were nosing me out - well, I moved on. I used traveling names; wigs if necessary.

With a painting, you don't have to go back and paint it again.

You win the lasting laurels with your laughter.

Because Elvis gave 'em cars, you think I'm cheap.

You know, Neil Young is singing Rock n' roll will never die, and Neil never rocked and rolled in his life. I mean, he rocked, but he didn't roll. He has got no swing in him.

I met a woman She had a mouth like yours She knew your life She knew your devils and your deeds And she said "Go to him, stay with him if you can But be prepared to bleed

I get the urge for going/But I never seem to go.

I lost my daughter at 21. I had to give her up because I was broke, no place to take her, no money to take her. That was very traumatic.