that's hell

I've never found heaven, for example, a particularly interesting place to go. 

In fact, I take the view that God, in his infinite wisdom, 

didn't bother to spring for two joints-heaven and hell. 

They're the same place, 

but heaven is when you get everything you want 

and you meet Mummy and Daddy and your best friends 

and you all have a hug and a kiss and play your harps. 

Hell is the same place-no fire and brimstone-but they just all pass by 

and don't see you. 

There's nothing, no recognition.

 You're waving, "It's me, your father," but you're invisible. 

You're on a cloud, you've got your harp, but you can't play with nobody

 because they don't see you. 

That's hell.

Keith Richards

'Life'

www.parksrecreation.wordpress.com

true friends

True friends. 

Hardest thing to find, 

but you never look for them-they find you; 

just grow into each other.

Keith Richards

'Life'

www.tumblr.com

song-writing

To write a song that is remembered and taken to heart is a connection, 

a touching of bases. A thread that runs through all of us. 

A stab to the heart. 

Sometimes I think song-writing is about tightening the heartstrings 

as much as possible without bringing on 

a heart attack.

Keith Richards

'Life'

www.homestuffs.org