Henry Rollins
Henry Rollins
Henry Rollinsis an American musician, actor, television and radio host, and comedian. He hosts a weekly radio show on KCRW, and is a regular columnist for LA Weekly and Rolling Stone Australia...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPunk Singer
Date of Birth13 February 1961
CountryUnited States of America
christ cracks dig eyes freedom front insects lines loves people rope shores silver skulls straight summer thin trade walk watching white wish
I walk the straight lines. I walk through the summer nights. I walk the silver rope of dreams. I walk through dawns of dawns. Theres not a lot that isnt dying. I see people parading in front of each other like insects in a killing jar, watching each other die. I walk the straight lines throught the Christ machines. Through the eyes of throwaway people. Through the wards and the shores and the cracks in the skulls of the sidewalks. Through loves howling vacancy. I am the freedom soil. I dig my own grave. I resurrect myself every night. I am all things to myself. I walk the straight lines. I walk the spiderss jailhouse. I walk the think line, the thin line, the white line and all the line in between. I wish I could trade in my eyes.
afraid beyond fury loved music therefore
I must tell you that I was always afraid of the fury with which I loved you. It overwhelmed me. I thought it beyond comprehension, therefore my silence.
hate love until work
Don't do anything by half. If you love someone, love them with all your soul. When you go to work, work your ass off. When you hate someone, hate them until it hurts.
selfish love-you eye
I used to love you I still do So Selfish I love the old you The you that didnt shoot drugs ...The you that didnt get beat on by men You laugh in my face and call me a fool But its true I still love you Sometimes,I can see the old you When your eyes flash When you almost look alive
hate eye love-is
He said that hate makes the world go round People are afraid of what they really want They make enemies of all the things that they would like to be They condition themselves to not embrace what they are Love is a clinging nausea I tried to disagree with him It was no use I never saw a more honest look in anyone's eyes.
lost-love awful september
If the death of Osama Bin Laden brings any peace to those who lost loved ones on that awful day in September 2001, that is a great thing. It is more likely, however, just a painful reminder of what was lost.
falling-in-love passion rivers
I could fall in love with a cruel desert that kills without passion, a canyon full of scorpions, one thousand blinding arctic storms, a century sealed in a cave, a river of molten salt flowing down my throat. But never with you.
love-is blood cds
My love is a thousand French poets puking black blood on your Cure CD collection.
hate love-is self
Love is self deception. I am a living creature. Hate is only self love. I am a double feature.
love-is telling-stories stories
I love being a storyteller. I love telling stories.
love-is damage
Love beyond the damage.
broken-heart crush lost-love
Life will not break your heart. It'll crush it.
love money losing-someone
The blues is losing someone you love and not having enough money to immerse yourself in drink.
giving too-much love-someone
There’s got to be someone for me. It’s not too much to ask. Just someone to be with. Someone to love. Someone to give everything to. Someone.