Eddie Cochran quotes

  • Well I'm a-gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date My boss says, no dice, son, you gotta work late Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do 'cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.
    -- Eddie Cochran

    #Summer #Baby #Son

  • Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do 'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.
    -- Eddie Cochran

    #Summer #August #Causes

  • We'll really have a party, but we gotta put a guard outside, if the folks come home I'm afraid they gonna have my hide.
    -- Eddie Cochran

    #Family #Party #Home

  • I went to my Congressman and he said quote quote, I'd like to help you son, but you're too young to vote.
    -- Eddie Cochran

    #Son #Politics #Helping

  • Step 1, you find a girl to love. Step 2, she falls in love with you. Step 3, you kiss and hold her tightly.
    -- Eddie Cochran

    #Girl #Falling In Love #Love You

  • We may stop lovin' to watch Bugs Bunny, but he can't take the place of my honey.
    -- Eddie Cochran

    #Watches #Bunnies #May

  • Every time I call my baby and ask to get a date, my boss says, no dice son, you gotta work late.
    -- Eddie Cochran

    #Baby #Work #Son

  • My depth of purse is not so great Nor yet my bibliophilic greed, That merely buying doth elate: The books I buy I like to read: Still e'en when dawdling in a mead, Beneath a cloudless summer sky, By bank of Thames, or Tyne, or Tweed, The books I read — I like to buy.

  • When you're writing a movie or a play and writing isn't going well, which is for me the normal condition - it's an exceptional day when suddenly I've got something and it's going well - you can call the studio or the producer or whoever is waiting for it and say, "I know I said I was going to have it in by the end of the summer.

  • Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.

  • I spent most of my seventh grade summer dehydrated, green-tongued, and smelling like a Malaysian whorehouse.

  • Acting school was summer camp, and I needed concentration camp. I had so many different ideas swirling between culture and how to tie things together.

  • You just came wild and sexy all over my hand and even left some claw marks on my back to prove it. Don’t go getting shy on me now. ‘Cause baby, before the night is over you will be naked in my bed.

  • I look at my kid, and one part of me wants to keep her as my little baby. But, y'know, the bottom line is she's 18!

  • I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son; she is the first gesture that creates a quiet that is full enough to make the baby sleep. My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.

  • Wanderers eastward, wanderers west, Know you why you cannot rest? 'Tis that every mother's son Travails with a skeleton. Lie down in the bed of dust; Bear the fruit that bear you must; Bring the eternal seed to light, And morn is all the same as night.

  • My Dear Son... remember that you are accountable to your Maker for all your words and actions.

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