How many victims must that be? Slaughtered in vain across the land,And how many strugles must that be?Before we choose to live the profits planEverybody sing- Every day create your History,Every path you take you’re leaving your legacyEvery soldier dies in his gloryEvery legend tells of conquest and liberty.

People ask me how I make music. I tell them I just step into it. It’s like stepping into a river and joining the flow. Every moment in the river has its song.

Each song is a child I nourish and give my love to. But even if you have never written a song, your life is a song. How can it not be?

I wouldn’t have made it past the first round of American Idol auditions. It was months before our first song was recorded. The guys were like, ‘Just seeng!’ And I was like, ‘I don’t know how to seeng! Can’t I just play the triangle?’

A little light in the dark night A faint voice is calling you This way! This way! This flickering, wavering little voiceLike dew, like a bonfireThe voice of insectsthe sound of the water You can never lose themonce you’ve heard them…

La buena reputación es conveniente dejarla caer a los pies de la camahoy tienes una ocasión de demostrar que eres una mujer además de una dama.

I feel like I’ve been through a lot in the past couple of years, But I’ve kept pretty stable. That’s because I channel that emotion into performance. I can handle emotion as long as it’s only a song. It works for me, and I don’t want to change it. I don’t have anything left for...

The first song is called ‘London.’ It’s about two Russian soldiers who desert the Russian army and escape to London, where they indulge in a life of crime.

Love conquers all,” murmured Kim. “I heard it in a song, so it must be true.

I never knew I never knew that everything was falling through That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue To turn and run when all I needed was the truth But that’s how it’s got to be It’s coming down to nothing more than apathy I’d rather run the other way than stay and...

Life is like music on a scale, shifting up and down. When your life is over, your song has been written.

Say what you want to say, and let the words fall out. Honestly, I wanna see you be brave!

I am the sea and nobody owns me

A lot of times, the choice of the right song will save a scene. Or there will be a scene that’s a little flat and you put in the right song and somehow it just comes alive.

I was in ‘Martha Marcy May Marlene,’ and I got to do a song for the soundtrack.

I am a creature of the Fey Prepare to give your soul away My spell is passion and it is art My song can bind a human heart And if you chance to know my face My hold shall be your last embrace. I shall be thy lover… I am unlike a mortal lass From...

I drew a chair up beside her and sang. All I do is dream of you the whole night through . . . It was a horrible rendition, and I quite enjoyed attempting it, setting the notes free from the song as each one went farther and farther astray.

It does not matter how sweet you can sing a song of love. You must know how to dance along with it. You can’t dance “salsa dance” on a “reggae song”.

Stop talking to me!” An I love you disguised as “Stairway to Heaven” isn’t more romantic. Not unless you’re Helen Keller and I’m a slinky.

I meet people and they enforce me their culture and then I choose to fly away and I meet other people and these people force me their religion and I wanna fly away. I meet other people, these people are silent, we begin to sing the song of the ocean and then we fly away...

Singing the songs, writing the lyrics, emotioning the words; that is all I can do for love.

When I’m writing a song, I’m just making stuff up as I go along.

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

How strange it is to be anything at all.

A DJ can’t just play one song. It’s about playing a set, or how you connect songs in those two hours, and where you place them.

I had written lyrics to a song called The Silent Extreme, which Alex later renamed Humans Being.

You can say a lot more with a poem than you can with a song, but with a song you can really be more powerful with it. You can express it a lot more powerfully.

There is nothing better – nothing – than knowing that the risen Christ lives right now in heaven, singing over his people – singing over me – with love.

Gilded palace of Flying BurritosExcellent Nouveau Mexican CuisineWe all got to wear Swank-Ass Nudie SuitsI should have known it was a lousy pipe dreamOhhh, Ohhh, what an awesome jobOhhh, Ohhh, what do I do now??Ohh, Ohhhhh, it’s like I’ve been robbedSpent the last of my paychequeAnd I’m feelin’ pretty downnnnn!!

They had met at a club fifteen years before, Etta and Magnus. He had convinced her to dance with him, and she said she had been in love by the end of the song. He told her he had been in love before the beginning.

Watch a movie that makes you laugh or listen to a song that makes you cry. Embrace your emotions and be proud of what you feel.

Every time I listen to this song, its like I regain my soul. its a hurtful joy far deep in my heart.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

Together me and Amy are Jaramy. Pearl Jam wrote a song about us speaking in class.

The depth of true love is endless

I’ll be your mess, you be mineThat was the deal that we had signed

Please take a long, hard look at your textbook, cause I’m history

Who are you?Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?I have. I am fucking crazy.But I am free.

Baby, you realize this song is about Trey’s dead dog, don’t you?

I knew it was Peter playing. I fancied he was trying to tell me something – an absurd idea, but it persisted – ‘I may not be able to spell, but just you listen to this.

A song and a smile from someone I cared about could be enough to distract me from all that darkness, if only for a little while.

And tonight I’m feelin like an astronaut, sending sos from this tiny box,and i lost the signal when i lifted off, now i’m stuck up here and the world forgot, can i please come down? Cuz i’m tired of drifting round and round….can i please come down? Now I lie awake and scream in my...

My country, ’tis of thee,Sweet land of liberty,Of thee I sing;Land where my fathers died,Land of the pilgrims’ pride,From every mountainsideLet freedom ring!My native country, thee,Land of the noble free,Thy name I love;I love thy rocks and rills,Thy woods and templed hills;My heart with rapture thrills,Like that above.Let music swell the breeze,And ring from all...

kisses explode when… someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

Algunas cosas no duran para siempre, pero otras sí. Como una buena canción, o un buen libro, o un buen recuerdo que se puede recuperar y contemplar en los malos momentos..

Treat a sick man with the medicine and a sad man with the music.

When we hear the bird sing, it hears only how to love. (Quand on entend l’oiseau chanter, – Lui n’entend que comment aimer.)

Every song is different.

People are like songs to me. About 60 seconds in, I’ll know whether or not to add them to my ‘favorites.

Kuramy’Imana kwawe bingana n’ubusabana bwaw’Imana nuburyo ubohostemo.