Brandon Boyd
Lead vocalist of the American rock band Incubus.
It feels like trading brains with an imbecile.
I'd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried.
I'm keeping an eye on the future, an eye on the past, and the present in my pocket.
On a burning bridge, your options are minimal at best Depending on where you're standing And how much breath is in your chest If it came down to it Would you high-tail home and hide? Or dance on fire and enjoy the ride?
Seeing you is like pulling teeth, and hearing your voice is like chewing tin foil!
"We don't know much about him. We do know that he came from a sperm meeting an egg. Actually, his name is Charles Mulholland. We don't know what he does, but he sure looks like he knows something."
"To think that one's actions could please the masses is indeed a notion bound in irony; someone will inevitably find something wrong in almost everything. So do what it is that you do best and remember to have enough tolerance for two."
I'm born,
I'm alive,
I breathe,
In a moment or two I realize,
That the sphere upon which I reside
Is asleep on its feet,
Should I go back to sleep?
Give it time, girl, the fire feels divine.
The sweetest things, they burn before they shine.
"I think perhaps love thrives on unlikely circumstance and chance : life thrives on these principles, and is life not love? And love not life?"
If I turn into another,
Dig me up from under what is covering the better part of me.
Sing this song.
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone.
You've been raised in limitation, but that glove never fit quite right.
Even straight roads meander.
"If I forgot some stuff, please excuse me; I ate the brown acid at Woodstock '69 and can scarcely remember my own name."
Don't let the world bring you down.
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.
Remember why you came, and while you're alive,
Experience the warmth before you grow old.
On the surface you hate, but you know you need me.
To resist is to piss in the wind.
Anyone who does, will end up smelling.
Knowing this, why do I defy?
Because my inner voice is yelling.
There is a fist pressing against
Anyone who thinks something compelling.
Our intuit we're taught to deny
Yes, our soul, we're told's for selling.
If this is right, I'd rather be wrong. If this is sight, I'd rather be blind.
Kill your doubt with the coldest of weapons: Confidence.