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.

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.

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 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.

My audition song is, and has been since 1977, ‘I Love a Piano.’

So long as the human spirit thrives on this planet, music in some living form will accompany and sustain it and give it expressive meaning.

Consider my Lover; the yellow churchof his skin, the clean wells of his ears;How the notes of a song come to himlike birds descending on a power line;How in his absence I am of twothroats–each of them cramped.

From time to timeI once wondered how one wanders from time to timeAnd think up the paradox lineSpeak of Epoch’s crimeOh I lied, it hasn’t happened yetBut bet you better believe it’s such a habit thatI just said that in a past mindset

I want to create moonglasses, and then write a song called, “I Wear My Moonglasses at Noon.” Hopefully, with a little lunar luck, my track will also feature Corey Hart.

But you’re so busy changing the worldJust one smile can change all of mine

Its where my demons hide.

four geological eras had to pass so that human beings would be able to outsing the birds and die for love.

Juliet, the dice were loaded from the start. / When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?

As a songwriter you have an umbilical cord to the song and it’s hard to expand on your understanding of the lyrics. Whereas when you cover a song you can create your own reason why you’re attached to it.

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

I couldn’t imagine having to write a paper and have to think about what song I am going to sing.

If beauty is pain — let me get lost in it. If you’re my salvation — I want to earn it. If love is all I have to give — then let me give it. You, it’s all for you.” He paused, hitting the last few notes, and the song ended. Gabe’s smile lit up...

Three chords and the truth – that’s what a country song is.

Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Every single day I’ll keep you with me, no matter how far from me you are.

As long as I can be with you, even my digital heart will start to throb. Like a quantum wind, my heart will start to sway.

Like anything important, anything you need people to hear – you’ve got to have music for it. You’ve got to make it at least a little piece of a song or sometimes a whole song.

Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and only if he was lying by me Would I lie in my bed once again.

You know when a song has a melody or some kind of element that affects you, and that is what I am trying to go for.

Poets sing our human music for us.

As a singer, I float around. I’m kind of scatty, bouncing around a lot. I try to adapt to what’s going on around me in the song and the arrangement.

Over the boundary of time,Hope transcends,Desire sings,One verse,One song,And that is the song of happiness.

I’ve tried that love thing for the last time. My heart says no, no! Nobody’s supposed to be here, but you came along and changed my mind

We call them impact songs, and people buy impact songs. But you just never know what those songs are going to be. One of those songs that really went through the roof for us was ‘Big Green Tractor,’ which I thought was kind of a fun little ditty song that I never in a million...

You’re a freaking pschopath,” I said, but he only chuckled.”I don’t expect you to understand, little bird,” He turned toward me fully, fingering his blade and smiling. “I expect you only to sing. Sing for me, sing for Kanin, and make it a glorious song

You made me feel less aloneYou made me feel not quite soDeformed, uninformed and hunchbackedAre you aware wherever you areThat you have just died?

So when your hopes on fire,But you know your desire,Don’t hold a glass over the flame,Don’t let your heart grow cold, I will call you by name, I will share your road.

If you want me to sing this Christmas song with the feeling and the meaning, you better see if you can locate that check.

If a song’s meant to stay around, you carry it with you in your bones.

Writing songs helped me figure out how to communicate with other people. I finally figured out that if I could express something in a song, I could probably express it in my real life, too.

The bass line is the anchor for me. I started with the bass, and either doubled that and then added the harmonies, or sometimes added my own harmonies that I’ve always wanted to sing on the song. And then it just went on from there – singing violin parts and trumpet parts and just trying...

There is a place where the sidewalk endsAnd before the street begins,And there the grass grows soft and white,And there the sun burns crimson bright,And there the moon-bird rests from his flightTo cool in the peppermint wind.Let us leave this place where the smoke blows blackAnd the dark street winds and bends.Past the pits where...

when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.

Some things don’t last forever, but some things do. Like a good book, a good song, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest time.

I feel like there’s no subject that can’t be sung about. I wrote a song dedicated to people with inflammatory bowel disease, and then I wrote about shoes. And mangoes. Every rock should be turned.

When you’re walking down the street or in the car just listening to the radio, and you’re, like , ‘Oh, that’s my song.’ You want to say, ‘Hey Mom!’ That never changes.

I always believed a singer should be able to sing any kind of song. If I wanted to sing a Cole Porter song, I should be able to do that. Or ‘Sherry,’ I should be able to do that. Or a Dylan song.

Lihat dunia dari mata burung atau lihat dari dalam tempurung, yang mana satu engkau pilih?

She Bangs.” It won’t be about a sexually loose woman, but rather it will be a knock-knock joke.

While I was there, the song reminded me of here. But now that I’m here, the song reminds me of there. But that’s neither here nor there.

You never know what’s going to play into what’s worthy of getting encapsulated into a song.

It’s always interesting – how do you actually convey thought through song? We’re used to the convention on stage. In film, we used to be used to it, and now sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t. You need to be fresh and really look at the material.

Hold on little girlShow me what he’s done to youStand up little girlA broken heart can’t be that badWhen it’s through, it’s through Fate will twist the both of you So come on baby come on over Let me be the one to show you

Lo que yo quiero, corazón cobarde,es que mueras por mí.Y morirme contigo si te matasy matarme contigo si te mueresporque el amor cuando no muere mataporque amores que matan nunca mueren.

I wish for today and dream of yesterday. If the gods should hold me in their favor, then I shall hope for tomorrow.