Muse The Band Quotes & Sayings

Don't waste your time or time will waste you. — Muse

Starlight
I will be chasing the starlight
Until the end of my life
I don't know if it's worth it anymore — Muse

Too broken to belong
too weak to sing along
I'll comfort you my friend
Helping you to
Blow it all away — Muse

And I want you now
I want you now
I'll feel my heart implode
And I'm breaking out
Escaping now
Feeling my faith erode — Muse

Hi, I am Matt Bellamy and I am in a band called Muse and we play Music — Matt Bellamy

I think I'm drowning
Asphyxiated
I wanna break this spell
That you've created
You're something beautiful
A contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction
You will be the death of me
You will be the death of me — Muse

Yeah, after making Pablo Honey, we started experimenting with cloning myself in order to double the band's creative energy. However, the experiment was a failure, and the defective Thom Yorke clone escaped. And formed a band called Muse. — Thom Yorke

When Nietzsche made his famous definition of tragic pleasure he fixed his eyes, like all the other philosophers in like case, not on the Muse herself but on a single tragedian. His "reaffirmation of the will to live in the face of death, and the joy of its inexhaustibility when so reaffirmed" is not the tragedy of Sophocles nor the tragedy of Euripides, but it is the very essence of the tragedy of Aeschylus. The strange power tragedy has to present suffering and death in such a way as to exalt and not depress is to be felt in Aeschylus' plays as in those of no other tragic poet. He was the first tragedian; tragedy was his creation, and he set upon it the stamp of his own spirit. It was a soldier-spirit. Aeschylus was a Marathon-warrior, the title given to each of the little band who had beaten back the earlier tremendous Persian onslaught. — Edith Hamilton

And you used to be everything to me
And now you're tired of fighting
Tired of fighting
Fighting yourself — Muse

Lose control
Increasing pace
Warped and bewitched
And time to erase
Whatever they say
These people are torn
Wild and bereft
Assassin is born — Muse