I haven’t changed, but I know I ain’t the same.

I sing into burritos like they’re microphones. If you want my autograph, you’re going to have to wait until the end of the concert.

When the fire of love is quenched, hatred creeps in through the window of neglect and loneliness.

I just acquired a choir. I bought it for a song.

I close my eyes and I can see a better day. I close my eyes and pray

I don’t sit down and say I’m going to write a song about this or that. They are never mapped out.

But his singing was unconscious and irrepressible – an expression of his native exuberance, the dreamy, buoyant soundtrack running through his head.

A bell’s not a bell ’til you ring it, A song’s not a song ’til you sing it, Love in your heart wasn’t put there to stay, Love isn’t love ’til you give it away!

You could make any song sound creepy if you wanted. It’s all about the inflection.

Those who wish to sing always find a song.

You can say a lot more with a poem than you can with a song, but with a song you can really be more powerful with it. You can express it a lot more powerfully.

It’s only when we understand [Jesus’] presence in the church as being the fulfillment of God’s promise in Zephaniah 3:17 to “quiet you with his love” and “rejoice over you with singing” that a crucial...

It’s hard to really articulate what the parameters are that make one song parody-able and another song not, but if I can come up with a good enough idea for it, I go for it,...

There are so many songs out there in the world that – if I know we have to come up with a new cover, then I’ll just sit in my room and sing song after...

song of Moses the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb” (Rev. 15:3) It is the song of the heavenly fellowship.

The song ‘Laughing Down Crying’ is not a typical Daryl song.

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,If I am dead, as dead I well may be,You’ll come and find the place where I am lying,And kneel and say Ave there for me,And...

Blood in the water I sing, and one who shed it: deadliest hunger I sing, and one who fed it- weaving the ancient-most tale of the Sea’s sending: singing the tragedy, singing the joy unending...

It’ll be my luck that the worst candidate will pick up ‘Fly Over States’ as his election song. Then I’ll be forever linked to that guy, whoever he is!

You know what, I am not gonna lie, that Taylor Swift ‘Trouble’ song? I can’t resist that song. Her melodies are very catchy.

To share is precious, pure and fair.Don’t play with something you should cherish for life. Don’t you wanna care, ain’t it lonely out there?

I celebrate myself, I paint and dance and sing myself, and what I assume you will assume, for every atom as of me as good belongs to dreamy You. I am a song. I am...

I close my eyes when I sing so I can feel the song better.

Oh … My twitchy witchy girl I think you are so nice, I give you bowls of porridge And I give you bowls of ice-cream.

. . . to my surprise I began to know what The Language was about, not just the part we were singing now but the whole poem. It began with the praise and joy in...

I can tell it all in song: pathos, gladness, love, joy, unhappiness.

‘Honky Tonk Badonkadonk’ wasn’t some serious song, but it was huge! It was funny.

kisses explode when… someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

A choir is made up of many voices, including yours and mine. If one by one all go silent then all that will be left are the soloists.Don’t let a loud few determine the nature...

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