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.)

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.

Oh, what is brighter than the light?What is darker than the night?What is keener than an axe?What is softer than melting wax?Truth is brighter than the light,Falsehood darker than the night.Revenge is keener than an...

When I record, it feels like I’m in a bubble. There’s nothing else in my head right then. It’s just that song, and I’m trying to really sound like what the song is about.

After six or seven performances of any song, you begin to perform it rather than feel it.

When I write a song, it’s all about the riff – the riff first, then the words come later.

I am always hearing. . . the sound of a far off song. I do not exactly know where it is, or what it means; and I don’t hear much of it, only the odour...

For your learning disability pleasure, I’ll be playing a song backwards.

Any kind of anthemic song, for the most part, they’re on the positive side of things. It’s not hard to identify when a melody is just one degree too complicated or one degree too simple...

Songwriters write songs, but they really belong to the listener.

And Esme remembered in a rush–the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the...

Por decir lo que pienso sin pensar lo que digo, más de un beso me dieron… y más de un bofetón

How dare you say it’s nothing to me?Baby, you’re the only light I ever saw.

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.

If my life were a song the title would be ‘The Comeback Kid.’

If you’re horrible to me, I’m going to write a song about it, and you won’t like it. That’s how I operate.

Life is like music on a scale, moving up and down. When your life is over, you have written your song.

Then all the winds of Heaven ran to join hands and bend a shoulder, to bring down to me the sound of a noble hymn that was heavy with the perfume of Time That Has...

People get passionate about a song. It’s been my experience if you put out radio candy, something commercial, it doesn’t sell records.

It was generally believed, said Theophilus, that Orpheus learned his music from the birds. His small voice, piping after theirs, filled with all the secret stories of the earth.

He’s written some great songs. I thought that ‘Blues Man’ was a perfect song for me to do as a tribute.

Daughter, daughter, shining brightPrecious jewel within mine sightOh, if I could soar with theeAs you seek your destiny.To see with you the caves and skiesVistas grand beneath your eyesTaking wing to horizons newLet us wonder...

I’m a peasantI’m the muzhikA pest you’re destined to play the musicAnd yes it’s pleasant to say it’s beauty I’mIndebted to rest respecting it truly

We’re feminists. We’re doing something that only guys are expected to do and doin’ it right! At our concerts we’ll do one hard-core rap song and then do one where we’ll be real sexy.

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

Love is beautifully wicked and wickedly beautiful

Dinner for two—plus one.

I’m totally convinced I can write the perfect pop song.

Sometimes I do ‘So Desperate’ solo in the middle of the set. I really love to sing that song.

When someone asks me what a song is about, it’s like, I feel like I might ruin it if you ask me that. I feel like I did my best to explain the song in...

Touch my song with your lips, make it immortal,be my beloved, make my love immortal.No restriction of age, not the bond of lives,when someone love should see only the soul,by carving new trend, make the...

If a song was ever good, it’s still good.

You sold your soul to feed your vanity..

You are my favorite song; a rhythm of beauty that captures my spirit.

Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on.

What that song? I ast. Sound low down dirty to me. Like what the preacher tells you its sin to hear. Not to mention sing.She hum a little more. Something come to me, she say....

Their song reminds me of a child’s neighborhood rallying cry—ee-ock-ee—with a heartfelt warble at the end. But it is their call that is especially endearing. The towhee has the brass and grace to call, simply...

Courtesy, not control, that was His means. Just as He requested the stars to sing and they leapt into bright being, so request was to be their rule over bird and beast, seas and trees,...

Any song I don’t feel good about, I shelve. Anything you ever hear me sing, it’s because I want to.

If life is a song, and God is the divine conductor, I must consider these trials and troubles as the harmony of my song, for every song needs more than a melody!

But when you get to a song, not only do you have to do a vocal melody, you have to write words and not be redundant and make some semblance of a story.

The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad, For all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad.

When it comes to music, it’s my clothes, it’s my guitar, it’s my voice, it’s my song.

I can make a song up about anything: garbage, the weather, things in the news.

There is a place so pure and true, beyond your deep and restless thoughts you’ll find an imaginative longitude for dear shelter, completely lost in time… It’s made of love, of magic dreams, where you...

Maybe the key to finding the perfect song is simply rewriting the lyrics.