I can make the music louder
Or I can make the songs all fade
I can make every girl just wanna get up and dance
And make the boys in the band start to play (…)I can make tonight forever
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn
And I can make you every promise that has ever been made
And I can make all your demons be goneBut I’m never gonna make it without you
Do you really wanna see me crawl?
And I’m never gonna make it like you do—
Making love, out of nothing at all
Today we—and by we, I mean people with impeccable taste in fine, if slightly over the top, music—celebrate Jim Steinman‘s 65th birthday.
Happy birthday, maestro.