Gene Francis Alan Pitney (February 17, 1940 – April 5, 2006) was an American singer-songwriter and musician.[1] (wikipedia)
When the world outside my arms is pulling us apart, press your lips to mine and hold me with your heart.
Each morning I face her window and pray that our love can be, cause that brownstone house where my baby lives is Mecca.
Only love can break a heart, only love can mend it again.
No it isn't very pretty, what a town without pity can do.
I'm a performer. I've tried everything there is.
True love never runs smooth, that's what they say, but true love is worth all the pain.
I was just different. When the other kids gravitated to football or basketball, I went fishing and skating. I was into trapping animals, pheasants and squirrels. Not only was I trapper, I was a taxidermist.
You have 'listeners' ears' when you're just starting out, and your 'listeners' ears' tell you what will work. You lose those ears later, when you break songs down into production elements too much.
People tell me all the time that I must be so sad. I never was. It's just the way I sing.
I always feel that it's great when you can be happy when you're by yourself. That's not a bad thing.