More often than not, changes had to be made in order for a song to make sense, and by the end of it, it would just be something different. Lyrically, I am usually fairly confused until something is finished, and then it makes perfect sense to me.
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.
As a film-maker and a poet, I feel it's my duty to be an eye and an antenna to what's happening around me. I always felt a solidarity with those who are desperate and confused and misused and are seeking a way out of it.
For the record, I am not an admitted homosexual, nor am I a homosexual, though I do know the lyrics to every show tune ever written, which might perhaps account for the confusion.
I laugh when i'm hurt. I laugh when i'm confused. I laugh when i'm angry. I laugh because others will laugh as well, and while we are laughing, I feel okay for a while.
The weather here is gorgeous. It's mild and feels like it's in the eighties. The hot dog vendors got confused because of the weather and thought it was spring, so they accidentally changed the hot dog water in their carts.
When people used to call me a political writer, it was kind of confusing because I was always much more interested in the social end of things which hinges on the political, but it isn't really part of it.
I am pretty sure that all young human beings have, at one time or another in their growing-up, been actors. They have used their imaginations to carry them away from painful or confusing situations... have imagined themselves to be more powerful or b...
Pink: I may play ball next fall, but I will never sign that. Now me and my loser friends are gonna head out to buy Aerosmith tickets. Top priority of the summer.
Clint: I only came here to do two things, kick some ass and drink some beer. [glances over his shoulder] Clint: Looks like we're almost outta beer.
O'Bannion: What are you looking at? Huh? I'll kick your fucking ass, right now! What are you smiling at? Freshman faggot! [shoves Mitch] O'Bannion: Fuck all of you! Fuck you!
Mrs. Kramer, Mitch's Mother: Have you been drinking? Mitch: No [falls on bed and can't even take off both boots] Mrs. Kramer, Mitch's Mother: Are you drunk? Mitch: [clearly drunk] Psshh
Wooderson: Yeah, well, listen. You ought to ditch the two geeks you're in the car with now and get in with us. But that's all right, we'll worry about that later. I will see you there. All right?
John Hirschfelder: I was getting there! I had my hand under her shirt! Tommy Houston: Hear that, he was 'getting there'. Son, you wouldn't even know what to do if you got there.
Michelle Burroughs: Watch them fly... away Pickford: Hey you guys know what that song is about? Its about the aliens. We're the aliens man, we're the savages. We're the savages man.
Phil: I don't suppose there's any chance of a espresso or cappuccino? Mrs. Lancaster: [confused look] Oh, I don't know... Phil: [turns away, to self] ... how to /spell/ espresso or cappuccino.
Sir Robin: Would it help to confuse it if we run away more? King Arthur: Oh shut up and go and change your armour.
Poncho: You're bleeding, man. You're hit. Blain: I ain't got time to bleed. Poncho: [Confused] Oh... Okay... Poncho: [Poncho shoots a bunch of grenades up to the top of the cliff] You got time to duck?
H.I.: I tried to stand up and fly straight, but it wasn't easy with that sumbitch Reagan in the White House. I dunno. They say he's a decent man, so maybe his advisors are confused.
Remy: [the others have him sniffing their food for poison] Clean... clean... cleanerific... cleanerino... close to godliness... [rat looks confused] Remy: Which means clean. You know, cleanliness is close to... Never mind. Move on.
Jessie: Buzz, you're back! Buzz Lightyear: [confused] Uh, yes, yes I am. Where did I go? Woody: Beyond infinity, Space Ranger.
