Sing the song that only you can sing, write the book that only you can write, build the product that only you can build… live the life that only you can live.

When I come out and sing the first few bars of Bill Bailey, it’s very exciting.

I sing into burritos like they’re microphones. If you want my autograph, you’re going to have to wait until the end of the concert.

I’ll sing as long as people want to hear me, and I’ll be able to sing as long as I’m alive.

If I can’t get a mental image from the song, I won’t sing it.

Relax. Refresh. Renew. Play. Sing. Laugh. Enjoy. Forgive. Dance. Love. Hug. Share. Kiss. Create. Explore. Hope. Listen. Dare. Trust. Dream. Learn. TODAY!

Dance, Live, Sing, Cry, Love, Travel and Love again, until the day you have to stop

You know I want to sing for people, I want to jazz people up I want to make new music that they’ve never heard.

I want to be my own wedding singer at my own wedding. But first I’ll have to audition.

I put the sing in single—especially when I’m in the shower. Does anybody have any requests they’d like to shout out while the water’s getting hot? As always, silence all cell phones during the duration of my performance.

When you’re on tour, you’re trying to get the crowd involved and really sing and perform to them. When you’re going to write and be in the studio, it’s like, ‘Now I have to think about me.’ That’s the mind-set you have to work with.

I guess if you can’t sing, you better have a style!

Music does not need the language of words for it has movements of dance to do its translation.

I wear glasses, have a big scar, I sing loud, and I am blond. I’m sorry!

I want to go to Sing Sing prison. I’ll bet they’ve got a good chorus.

I kept being asked by corporations to do corporate gigs. And I said, ‘I don’t have anything. I’m not a stand-up. You want me to come sing show tunes for you? I don’t think so.’

My favorite type of music to sing is a crossover between country and pop.

I wouldn’t even dare to sing like Ed Sheeran.

Praise to the creator who magnifies a drop of joy within a soul into an ocean of bliss every time footsteps begin to dance.

I think every singer hears songs that make you want to sing them.

sing” in single. But only when I’m in the shower.

And I’ve been thinking: if the human race manages to destroy itself, as it often seems to want to do, or if some great disaster comes, as it did for the dinosaurs, then the birds will still manage to survive. When our gardens and fields and farms and woods have turned wild, when the park...

But I did that, and I created another blues scene, another something I can sing about.

I don’t sing because I’m happy; I’m happy because I sing.

I feel there must be an enormous amount of really talented songwriters out there who can’t sing.

I can sing; I can hold a tune.

In high school I used to sing in the shower. None of the football players liked it, because they were all naked and I was in a tuxedo.

I sing karaoke like I drink coffee. If my words come out a bit gargled, relax, that’s precisely how Hootie and the Blowfish is supposed to sound.

All music is folk music. I ain’t never heard a horse sing a song.

Kala sang lidah tak sanggup bicara,hati mendenting gitar pun mengalun, lantunkan kata tak mungkin terucap.

Music does not need language of words for it has movements of dance to do its translation.

Laugh, even when you feel too sick or too worn out or tired. Smile, even when you’re trying not to cry and the tears are blurring your vision. Sing, even when people stare at you and tell you your voice is crappy. Trust, even when your heart begs you not to. Twirl, even when your...

Who wants to be the unsung heroes of my voiceless choir quartet? We’re the Helen Kellers, and I’m holding auditions with oven mitts, because they’re sure to be hot.

What you find with singers, no matter where they’re from, if they have any kind of an accent, the accent tends to disappear when they sing.

I feel like I am one of those artists that, thank god, can sing live.

When I’m rhyming it’s all in my head… Like the slaves, when they were picking cotton, they would block out their minds. They would sing.

Comics, for me, is being able to sing alone in the shower. I find it freeing. You just pick up a pen and get to it.

I can’t set my hopes too high,’Cause every hello ends with a goodbye.

I make love like an albino sings—softly, and from sunset to sunrise (except in Alaska).

Teach your children that a person is more valuable than any treasure found on this earth, teach them to love, teach them to sing, and dance, teach them to be courageous, and tell them they will be victorious on anything they put their heart and mind to, teach them honesty, and to never give up...

I go in and sing the song and arrange it and mix it and that’s it. It’s no different than playing in clubs.

Sensuality came into existence the moment when the first beat of melody knocked on the door of the world of belly dance.

I wish I could sing or play an instrument.

My dad is a singer. He used to sing in nightclubs, or pizza joints.

I stand here waiting. To disappear or sing.

When I sing, it sounds like I’m gargling spaghetti. Is it any wonder that women lust after me and mail me their panties? (Mail to: Jarod Kintz/12358 Fibonacci Way/Jacksonville, Fl 32258)

If you’ve got nothing to dance about, find a reason to sing.

I just sing the stuff that makes me smile, makes me feel like I didn’t sell myself out.

Dance provides the spirit with energy to survive from its confinement in the mortal frame.

I would like to sing the theme tune of a big film – something like ‘Titanic.’