And I am a writer, writer of fictions I am the heart that you call home And I've written pages upon pages Trying to rid you from my bones... — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
You can't really come into a concept record objectively, because you immediately associate it with Yes, stuff from the 1970s that punk rock kicked… — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
And I am a writer, writer of fictions I am the heart that you call home And I've written pages upon pages Trying to… — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, when the world is falling apart around you, all that's left to do is dance, right?” — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist in pre-war Paris Smuggling bombs for the underground. And she met my father at a fete in… — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
“Prue felt like someone had bored a hole in her stomach the size of a basketball” — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
“There's as much benefit to wishing the world away as there is in demanding a bud to bloom," responded Iphigenia as she patted Prue's… — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
I think the music should definitely underscore the sentiment of the song, and it can work for or against it. — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
No-one wants to hear anything spoken in earnest anymore, unless it happens to involve unrequited, teenage love. — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
Pop music has always adopted the style of marrying upbeat melodies to dour lyrics. — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
“My dear Prue, we are the inheritors of a wonderful world, a beautiful world, full of life and mystery, goodness and pain. But likewise… — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
