Is there a silent song in your heart, that is screaming to be heard?

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.

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?

How many victims must that be? Slaughtered in vain across the land, And how many struggles must that be? Before we choose to live the profits plan Everybody sing- Every day create your History, Every...

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

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia and forget about those stupid little things.

I was just writing songs because, if a song shows up, you’ve gotta write it. I didn’t know what to do with them. I didn’t have any faith in my voice.

Now I’m a warriorNow i’ve got thicker skinI’m a warrior I’m stronger than i’ve ever beenAnd my amorIs made of steel you can’t get in i’m a warriorAnd you can never hurt me again

It’s not just a revue where one song is done, then another. There are concepts and ideas at work.

Let me be kind, let me be compassionate, let me be joyful, and let me sing a song of love.

There were a lot of one-hit wonders in the 90s. I was one of them, though mine was just a fender bender and I left before the cops showed up.

True Love denied or rejected is as deadly as a nuclear missile to the soul

I’m glad that our music motivates people to exercise. If I had to pick just one song to run to, it would be ‘Violet’ by Hole. It makes me want to run.

But what if you’re wrong?What if there’s more?What if there’s hope you never dreamed of hoping for?What if you jump?And just close your eyes?What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?What if...

It sounds like something from a Woody Guthrie song, but it’s true; I was raised in a freight car.

Sometimes we must grow stronger andYou can’t be stronger in the darkWhen I’m here, no longer You must be stronger

Sir, don’t make a bigger fool out of yourself because I promise you, if my car is not here when I leave service today . . . just pray for rapture.

I wrought me a lyric of fire and fear,And called on the world to heed —Till strong men blenched at my haggard faceAnd shuddered, but would not read.So I stole me the gold of the...

I really like working with unique and unknown artists, as they usually bring something fresh to a song.

Some things a heart won’t listen to, I’m still holding out for you

You make me smile like the sun, fall out bed, sing like a bird, dizzy in my head. Spin like a record crazy on a sunday night. You make me dance like a fool, forget...

She loves him sobut he didn’t stay.The wind can’t blowthis storm away.

And all meet in singing, which braids together the different knowings into a wide and subtle music, the music of living.

Ascend, may you find so resistanceJust know that you made such a differenceAll you leave behind will live to the endThe cycle of suffering goes onBut memories of you stay strongSome day I too will...

I miss everything about youCan’t believe that I still want youAnd after all the things we’ve been through

Jay-Z called me onstage during my song that I produced for ‘Watch the Throne?’ That was surreal, man. One of those situations I’ll never forget. I’ll be able to show my kids the footage of...

I really want to see you tonight, so I hope you leave your blinds open.

Inside my head / or in a distant / Galaxy / Soft I hear it / Calling me.” from the song “In the Blackness” in the poetry collection “Terra Affirmative”.

The great error consists in supposing that poetry is an unnatural form of language. We should all like to speak poetry at the moment when we truly live, and if we do not speak it,...

Aretha Franklin’s ‘Let Me in Your Life’ is one of the few recent R&B albums that places the emphasis entirely and deservedly on a voice. Many R&B producers have been making records on which the...

Right from day one, you know when you’ve written a good song.

The road is long, we carry on, try to have fun in the meantime.

Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.

I get plenty of, ‘Is that song about me?’ from men but I just tell them to get over themselves.

I shook again, tasted plum, and suddenly the words were pouring out of me.”She said I sang before I spoke. She said when I was just a baby she had the habit of humming when...

There’s a lot of rage… you have to express it somehow. If I didn’t express it in song, I’d become incredibly violent.

When you enter the realm of politics, you don’t enter it because you want to be popular. When I want to be popular, I pull on a guitar and sing a song.

We are nothing but shadows Fading away Trying to hold on to This bittersweet life That we call our own…

I continue to believe, contrary to the given wisdom, that it’s more interesting to have an album – or, indeed, an individual song – which has variety rather than homogeneity.

I would make far more money if every song were my own, but I don’t write to fill up the album with my songs.

In high seas or in low seas,I’m gonna be your friend…I’m gonna be your friend.In high tide or in low tide,I’ll be by your side…I’ll be by your side.

And what if there are no damsels in distress?What if I knew that, and I called your bluff?Don’t you think every kitten figures out how to get down,whether or not you ever show up?

The loneliest ones,” said Almi. She accepted that title; they were the loneliest. The elf gloomed.

Float beyond the world of trees. Out into the whispering breeze, past the rushes, past the weeds, past the marsh’s waving reeds.

When love dies, the love song fades into oblivion

I’m a fan of Meatloaf. He has a voice like it’s covered in thick gravy. There’s nothing better to make love to, with the possible exception of grandma’s casserole.

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...

A good river is nature’s life work in song.

Won’t you be my girlfriend I’ll treat you goodI know you hear your friends when they say you should ‘Cause if you were my girlfriend I’d be your shining star The one to show you...