Pink
Pink
Pink is a pale red color, which takes its name from the flower of the same name. According to surveys in Europe and the United States, pink is the color most often associated with charm, politeness, sensitivity, tenderness, sweetness, childhood, femininity, and the romantic. When combined with white, it is associated with innocence. When combined with violet or black, it is associated with eroticism and seduction...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPop Singer
Date of Birth8 September 1979
CityAbington, PA
CountryUnited States of America
From day one, I was already famous in my own head. It didn't take anything to make me feel that way. I know I'm totally not famous. I mean, it just depends on your perspective.
Intrinsic motivation is conducive to creativity; controlling extrinsic motivation is detrimental to creativity.
I happen to be extremely left-brained; my instinct is to draw a chart rather than a picture. I'm trying to get my right-brain muscles into shape. I actually think this shift toward right-brain abilities has the potential to make us both better off and better in a deeper sense.
While complying can be an effective strategy for physical survival, it's a lousy one for personal fulfillment. Living a satisfying life requires more than simply meeting the demands of those in control. Yet in our offices and our classrooms we have way too much compliance and way too little engagement. The former might get you through the day, but only the latter will get you through the night.
In the late '90s, R&B was dominant in the radio, and the white kids were taking it mainstream.
Gotta get up and try.
Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun
All and All your just another brick in the wall.
Now wakes the hour Now sleeps the swan Behold the dream The dream is gone
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. You're gonna go far, fly high, You're never gonna die, You're gonna make it if you try; They're gonna love you...And did we tell you the name of the game, boy, We call it Riding the Gravy Train.
Hush now baby, baby, dont you cry.Mother's gonna make all your nightmares come true.Mother's gonna put all her fears into you.
For long you live and high you fly But only if you ride the tide And balanced on the biggest wave You race towards an early grave.
Hey you, out there in the coldGetting lonely, getting old Can you feel me?Hey you, standing in the aislesWith itchy feet and fading smiles Can you feel me?Hey you, dont help them to bury the lightDon't give in without a fight.
In a world we need to share, it's not enough to stand and stare.