Aphorisms by Tim Daly
Posted on May 3, 2008
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Tim Daly has been a performance poet and pop lyricist—working with musicians like Pink Floyd, Dave Stewart, Hugh Masekela, and Henry Mancini—and is now chairman of the West Cork Writer’s Group in Ireland. In the 1980s and 1990s, he produced a couple of albums for local Irish bands, wrote the theme song for a Roger Corman vampire flick called Dance of the Damned as well as other songs, but was determined, he says, “not to become one of those sad musos who dine out on past glories—choosing instead to become what I called ‘a well-adjusted has-been’”—which consisted of, among other things, running the Irish Arts & Crafts shop in Kinsale, training as a welder, and qualifying as a tour bus driver. And, of course, writing aphorisms, which, like the lyrics to a good pop song, tend to stick in your mind long after the melody has faded away …
To most of us the “Future” is full of wonder and promise, a vast sweeping sea of endless possibility, whilst to others it is more like snow they haven’t pissed on yet.
What is the difference between a story and a lie? The story adds something to your life whilst the lie takes something away.
Build all the good landmarks high.
The best way to regard your limitations is through a rear-view mirror.
Each arrow upon landing turns into another bow.
Habit is a very weak glue.
The Danger is that we spend the first half of our lives trying to live and then waste the second half trying not to die.
It is the cruelest irony that so many are imprisoned behind unlocked doors.
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* In life, everything is relative – except Einstein’s theory! Leonid S. Sukhorukov
Hey – right on – man! Theres some good solid stuff here.
I always thought rock stars didn’t have to take up a second job as a welder, where’s all the money gone? Where’s the rock life stlye dream gone to? What happened? Did we all grow old and now have to wear our trouser’s bottoms rolled?
remember cliff rd. leeds how ya doing old buddy?