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.’
But you’re so busy changing the worldJust one smile can change all of mine
Is there a silent song in your heart, that is screaming to be heard?
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.
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
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.
Lihat dunia dari mata burung atau lihat dari dalam tempurung, yang mana satu engkau pilih?
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.