Music Doesn’t Need Interpreters and Translators

If one should desire to know whether a kingdom is well governed, if its morals are good or bad, the quality of its music will furnish the answer.

Leaders do not die with their music on their tongues unsung. They provide services that make them unleash their God-given potentials!

There’ll be no more music, Father. But there’ll be this!” He stepped into the dark, picked up the knife, and held it under their noses. “Go home. Tell your people what you saw and heard...

Right there in that room, listening to the tape Laura gave me, I decided that I wanted something more than what I’d allowed myself to become. Listening to the voices and piano notes fade in...

I wrote a song called “Stinky Sodomite.” It isn’t a pop song, a historical song, or a song condemning homosexuality. Rather, it is a children’s song that teaches them how to count. In fact, the...

An unalterable and unquestioned law of the musical world required that the German text of French operas sung by Swedish artists should be translated into Italian for the clearer understanding of English-speaking audiences.

…and – holy shit was this song bad. It was like the singer was stabbing my ear with a dagger made of dried turds.

Love isn’t stackable and interlocking, like boxes or Legos. Love is like a one-legged man standing on a three-legged chair that is placed on top of a two-legged piano. I should know, because I’m the...

If you were to ask me what kind of musical sound I aspire to produce, that noise would be a wet nipple sliding across a cheese grater. I’m a sucker for love songs.

I write music—for whales. You can’t hear it, but rest assured, it’s excellent. Mostly they’re love songs. Listen with your heart—but be careful, because my songs have an irregular beat.

Love is friendship set to music

The houses have been condemned on Memory LaneI’m tired of this struggle that leaves everything the sameI’ve tried so hard to make it workthat I’m dying insideWell, you can take my pastBut you can’t have...

Sometimes I just want to paint the words “It’s my fault” across my forehead to save people the time of being pissed off at me.

He has heard, and causes those with ears to hear, even today, what we shall not see until the end of time – the whole context of Providence. As though in the light of this...

Don’t be a drag.Just be a queen.

Even though we all know something,There is a lot more to it.

I think there’s no greater joy than completing a song out of thin air. It’s like inventing something, but it’s invisible, you know? It’s weird. It amazes me. You can send it out in the...

This empty kitchen’s whereI’d while away the hoursJust next to my old chairYou’d usually have some flowersThe shelves of booksEven the picture hooksEverything is goneBut my heart is hanging onIf this old neighborhoodSurvived us both...

Sir, I cannot sing. I have no formal training. I do not read music. And I know this is a church – but I play a mean harmonica.

I can chase you, and I can catch you,but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.

Rejection is one thing – but rejection from a fool is cruel.

When you sleepI will creepInto your thoughtsLike a bad debtThat you can’t payTake the easy wayand give in!

Art in relation to life is nothing more than a glove turned inside out. It seems to have the same shapes and contours, but it can never be used for the same purpose. Art teaches...

To dance to fey music is the beginning of the end.

As early as 1930 Schoenberg wrote: “Radio is an enemy, a ruthless enemy marching irresistibly forward, and any resistance is hopeless”; it “force-feeds us music . . . regardless of whether we want to hear...

Peace is a conscious choice.

I was always an unusual girl.My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as...

Piracy of Bollywood; or Bollywood of Piracy, Tough to Say.

There is an hour of the afternoon when the plain is on the verge of saying something. It never says, or perhaps it says it infinitely, or perhaps we do not understand it, or we...

London, London, London town,You can toughen up or get thrown around.

There were no windows in the Stockholders’ Records Section of the Treasurer’s Department of the American Forge and Foundry Company. But the soft, sweet music from the loudspeaker on the green wall by the clock,...

She was clean”: no piercings, tattoos, or scarifications. All the kids were now. And who could blame them, Alex thought, after watching three generations of flaccid tattoos droop like moth-eaten upholstery over poorly stuffed biceps...

But the Beast was a good person…the Prince looked on the outside the way the Beast was on the inside. Sometimes people couldn’t see the inside of the person unless they like the outside of...

Maybe the reason why all the doors are closed so you could open one that leads you to the perfect road.

…I don’t ever want to feel that way. Feel as if there are no surprises left. The surprises make life worth living. Expecting nothing, accepting it all. Accepting isn’t the right word. ACKNOWLEDGING it all....

tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come...

If you must write prose or poems, the words you use should be your own. Don’t plagiarize or take ‘on loan’. There’s always someone, somewhere, with a big nose, who knows, who’ll trip you up...

God of the impossible, maker of all miracles, I stand in awe of You, I’m so amazed by how You reach into my brokenness, make me beautiful again, I believe yes, I believe nothing is...

I’ve never heard of anybody getting rid of their prized Exile postcards, much less actually writing on them and sending them through the mail to a girl. I watched these two, laughing over this story...

There was something about the music on that tape. It felt different. Like, it set her lungs and her stomach on edge. There was something exciting about it, and something nervous. It made Eleanor feel...

I’ll bet she’s beautiful, that girl he talks about, and she’s got everything that I have to live without… He’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar, the only one who’s got enough of...

Music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music.

They say that time Heals everythingBut they dob’t know youAnd the scars you bring

Precious souls are at high stakes when this world turns over with feet that quake. The timeless hearts of souls that make, beautiful music at no mistake. Peace love and light too all who demand,...

I’d like to die listening to a piece of music. I imagine this as so easy, so natural, but naturally it’s quite impossible. Notes stab too softly. The wounds they leave behind may smart, but...

Who hears music, feels his solitudePeopled at once.

You are the music while the music lasts.

Dancers are the flag bearers of the artistic renaissance.

I spend my nights thinking the worstAnd telling myself that everything’s going to work outI keep kicking myself in the mouthOpening up every cut that should be a scar by now