Every song is a love song.
Every old woman is a possibile mirror of my future self.
Every rose has it's thorn.
Every day is like Sunday.
Every heartbeat bears your name.
Every lover is, in his head, a madman and in his heart a minstrel.
Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Every minute could be your last.
Every star has a soul.
Everybody hurts.
Everyone is invisible.
I'm stealing quotes.
Every old woman is a possibile mirror of my future self.
Every rose has it's thorn.
Every day is like Sunday.
Every heartbeat bears your name.
Every lover is, in his head, a madman and in his heart a minstrel.
Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Every minute could be your last.
Every star has a soul.
Everybody hurts.
Everyone is invisible.
I'm stealing quotes.
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oh, but soul of a bell. i dunno, not everyone's cup but it should be i suppose. i have no idea what william bell did after that album, but every song on there is down right soul drenched depressing. i should also mention, to cover some more range on the depressing music scale, willie nelson: hot damn. something i picked up, crazy: demo sessions. good ol willie singing about how the women have left him, how he'd done them wrong or they'd gone and done him in real good. the authorities really need to lay off him and let him smoke his weed in peace.