12 Famous Quotes By Aimee Mann That Will Give You A New Perspective
Aimee Mann is an American singer, guitarist and bassist, who is best known for being the lead singer in the musical band ‘Til Tuesday. After working with the punk band The Young Snakes for a bit, she founded ‘Til Tuesday, a new wave musical band in 1983 and throughout the 1980s, the band became quite popular, thus making Mann a well-known singer in her own right. During her time with the band, Mann worked on three albums and also won the MTV Video Music Award for Best New Artist for the title track in 1985 album ‘Voices Carry.’ Later on, she became a solo artist and over the next two decades or so, she carved a niche for herself as a successful solo singer. Some of her noted albums include Charmer, Whatever, Lost in Space, The Forgotten Arm, I’m With Stupid, Bachelor No. 2 and the Last Remains of the Dodo among others. As is the case with most well-known singers and songwriters, she is quite outspoken about her views on a range of subjects and has delivered plenty of interesting quotes over the years. Here is a collection of some famous quotes and saying by Aimee Mann on a variety of subjects, such as music, life, people, addiction and greed.
All that I need now is someone with the brains and the know-how to tell me what I want.
Something gets lost when you translate. It's hard to keep straight. Perspective is every thing.
Better take the keys and drive forever. Staying won't put these futures back together. All the perfect drugs and superheroes wouldn't be enough to bring me back to zero.
The king of the jailhouse and the queen of the road think sharing the burden will lighten the load.
I suppose I should be happy to be misread; better be that than some of the other things I have become.
I think, to be happy is to be interested and engaged.
But I can't confront the doubts I have. I can't admit that maybe the past was bad, and so, for the sake of momentum I'm condemning the future to death so it can match the past.
It's not easy in this phosphorescent gloom telling waking dreams apart anyhow.
Nightly you retrace your steps again to return to the scene of the crime. It's uncanny how you hover in the air of the wreckage that you left behind.
There comes a time when you swim or sink so I jumped in the drink 'cause I couldn't make myself clear. Maybe I wrote in invisible ink, oh I've tried to think how I could've made it appear.
Say you were split, you were split in fragments and none of the pieces would talk to you. Wouldn't you want to be who you had been? Well, maybe I'd want that too.
You drew a bird that was here, a kind of sweet chanticleer. But with a terrible fear that the cage couldn't tame
