Justin Hayward
Justin Hayward
Justin David Hayward is an English musician, best known as songwriter, lead singer and guitarist in the rock band The Moody Blues...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionRock Singer
Date of Birth14 October 1946
america ask backstage buffalo came certainly david east music pleased tour
I certainly know that on our first tour of America in 1968, David Crosby came to see us backstage at the Fillmore East in New York, and I was very pleased to meet him from Buffalo Springfield and that kind of stuff. He didn't ask me anything about the music, but he said, 'Where'd you get your clothes, man?'
I feel a duty to write because I can write songs.
america fondness four months release territory three time white
America was the one territory where they didn't release 'Nights In White Satin' at the time it was made. It was about three or four months later, after 'Tuesday Afternoon,' so I think we have a special fondness for it.
believe giving love meant stop
And if you stop and think about it You won't believe it's true: That all the love you've been giving Has all been meant for you
want what-you-want ends
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.
stupid worry feelings
I can be stupid in my lyrics or say whatever I want without having to worry about anybody else's feeling or anybody being embarrassed by it or anything like that.
mirrors looks earth
Did you ever look in the mirror And see a stranger standing there? Did you ever drive for miles and miles And wonder how on earth you got yourself there?
song years sometimes
I sometimes don't know what songs are about for several years after I've written them.
song heart people
My songs form a kind of biography or diary of my life as they are about people I have loved and people I only knew in my heart, places I have seen only for a moment and places I have lived all my life.
moving ambition want-something
As you go along, you realize you have ambitions but when you get there, you want something else, so you're moving very quickly.
song love-you eye
Nights in white satin never reaching the end Letters I've written never meaning to send Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before Just what the truth is I can't say any more Cause I love you Yes I love you Oh how I love you
true-love love-you believe
And if you stop and think about it you won't believe it's true: That all the love you've been giving has all been meant for you.