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 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...

My favorite period is when we lived in the land of the three-minute song. The Motown thing – I thought they were genius in knowing that’s as much as a listener can take.

Bob Altman got nothing from the TV series ‘M*A*S*H,’ and the royalties for the theme song went to his oldest son, Michael, who wrote it as a 15-year-old poet!

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.

I make up cassettes all the time – to take on the road with me – a song from this album, a song from that album. That’s the way I listen to music; it’s like...

Nothing safe is worth the drive.

I have eighteen titles in the German language. I had a number one song in 1965.

I guess in this culture of ever-shortening attention spans, it’s good if a song can lift us out of the madness, even if only for a few minutes.

I understand that transposing a song a half step can effect the believability of a lyric.

It took me 29 years to finish that song. That’s a typical Jardine move.

If you call attention to yourself at the expense of the song, that’s the cardinal sin.

I wouldn’t be surprised if poetry – poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs – is how the world works. The...

His own opinion, which he does not air, is that the origin of speech lie in song, and the origins of song in the need to fill out with sound the overlarge and rather empty...

Songs are memories… Either u smile or get a tear in your eyes..

I prefer love songs to any other form of torture.

No revolutionary movement is complete without its poetical expression.

I don’t want to have a song like ‘My Humps’ and it be sagging down, so I pay attention to that area. A lot.

The nice thing about a protest song is that it takes the complaint, the fussing, the finger-pointing, and gives it an added component of sociable harmony.

For he had never heard anything like it–did not know such music existed in the world–and it was hard to believe that a man he knew could play it with his own two hands. There...

Ahesta boro, Mah-e-man, ahesta boro.

As he stood up and gathered his attaché case and notebook, I reminded him that it had already been three weeks — and counting.

Well, you only need the light when it’s burning low. Only miss the sun when it starts to snow. Only know your lover when you let her go. Only know you’ve been high when you’re...

I will not promote other people’s songs big time. I will just mention that I produced the song to get the credit I think I deserve.

And when all your faith is gone let it be me, if it’s a friend you need let it be me

I always like a good song: puts me in a good mood.

There’s not the smallest orb which thou behold’stBut in his motion like an angel sings,Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls,But whilst this muddy vesture of decayDoth grossly...

Some say an army of horsemensome an army on footothers say ships laden for warare the fairest things on earth.But I say the fairest sighton this dark earthis the face of the one you love.Nor...

Birds are sensitive to mispronunciation, even more sensitive than the French.

A great song should lift your heart, warm the soul and make you feel good.

Sometimes if a song hits me really good the first time, I get sick of it. And by the 10th time I’ve heard it, it’s just candy, and I don’t like it anymore.

Every song is like a kid. How can you have that many kids and have a favorite? Which one do I like to hang most with? Probably the one that I haven’t hung most with...

Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn:It listens, listens. Taller trees beyondListen. The moon at the unruffled pondStares. And you sing, you sing.That star-enchanted song falls through the airFrom lawn to lawn down terraces...

I’d like to add her initial to my monogram…

The title song of David Bowie’s ‘Young Americans’ is one of his handful of classics, a bizarre mixture of social comment, run-on lyric style, English pop and American soul.

One of them would definitely be the Nelson Mandela gig, when I played the tribute song for him. He was up and dancing, and he really enjoyed it. It was a really lovely occasion.