I won't believe in Heaven and Hell, No saints, no sinners, no devil as well. No pearly gates, no thorny crown, You're always letting us humans down. The wars you bring, the babes you drown, Those lost at sea and never found. And it's the same the whole world round. The hurt I see helps to compound, that the Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Is just somebody's unholy hoax, And if you're up there you'll perceive, That my heart's here upon my sleeve. If there's one thing I don't believe in...
It's you, Dear God.
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Excluded by my birth and tastes from the social order, I was not aware of its diversity. Nothing in the world was irrelevant: the stars on a general's sleeve, the stock-market quotations, the olive harvest, the style of the judiciary, the wheat exchange, flower-beds. Nothing. This order, fearful and feared, whose details were all inter-related, had a meaning: my exile.
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To wear your heart on your sleeve isn't a very good plan you should wear it inside, where it functions best.
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If there was any petting to be done...he chose to do it. Often he would sit looking at me, and then, moved by a delicate affection, come and pull at my coat and sleeve until he could touch my face with his nose, and then go away contented.
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A first-rate Organizer is never in a hurry. He is never late. He always keeps up his sleeve a margin for the unexpected.
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A person who is keen to shake your hand usually has something up his sleeve.
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It seems to me that those songs that have been any good, I have nothing much to do with the writing of them. The words have just crawled down my sleeve and come out on the page.
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Yes I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the apperance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.
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I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at.
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I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at.
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I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at.
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To wear your heart on your sleeve isn't a very good plan; you should wear it inside, where it functions best.
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Keep your broken arm inside your sleeve.
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