For several centuries what has passed for song in literary circles was any text that looked like the lyrics for a commonplace melodic setting.

If only, if only, the moon speaks no reply;Reflecting the sun and all that’s gone by.Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly.Fly high, my baby bird,My angel, my only

I just try to tell a story with a song, and be able to try to transmit the emotion to you. That’s all I’m really trying to do.

It’s weird because when you initially write a song, you write it with no understanding that the world is maybe going to hear it one day. So when you go into the studio, you don’t...

The hand on my hair moved to my back, and I realized someone was singing softly. The voice was familiar, and something about it made my chest ache. Well, that was to be expected. Angels’...

No man sings as beautifully as when his song is accompanied by a woman’s voice.

The sky is full of dreams, but you don’t know how to fly.

John will never forsake the weak and the helpless, nor fail to bring hope to the hopeless. That is what they believe, and so they do not worry. They go on and laugh and sing....

I was five years old when I wrote my first song. It was out of longing for my father that I wrote it.

When you’re watching ‘Armageddon,’ and the Aerosmith song starts… Super funny.

There’s always a siren, singing you to shipwreck. Some of us may be more susceptible than others are, but there’s always a siren. It may be with us all our lives, or it may be...

I don’t like when a song goes from one mood to another unless it’s going to be out of sight.

I don’t care how impossible it seems.

She burst in the door, I burst into song, and he burst into flames. Our love triangle turned into dinner for two featuring roasted marshmallows.

There is a fragrance in the air, a certain passage of a song, an old photograph falling out from the pages of a book, the sound of somebody’s voice in the hall that makes your...

Grandma Got Herpes—For A Discount”.

Every song deserves lyrics. Deserves a story to tell.

And I’m not saying it’s a bad song, you know, or anything like that. All I’m saying is that if you get, I don’t know, a broom, say, and dip it in some brake fluid,...

I’ve forgotten lines all the time. Sometimes I switch verses in a song. It’s just hard not to when you’re doing the same thing all the time.

The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and for a minute you feel a happy pain, but...

Her voice was caught in the shell of my ear, as if it were the ocean.

These things are wine, women and song”…”Curry’s nice too” pointed out Fat Charlie

Sparrows and cats will live in my shoe,Sooner than I will live with you.Fish will come walking out of the sea,Sooner than you will come back to me.

Don’t be afraid of the darkLook insideGrab your heartLet it shineIf it’s dark outsideShine your light

Every song asks to be sung in a different way.

If it’s a good song, it doesn’t really matter if it’s trendy or not. It will hit.

Music is a total constant. That’s why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a...

The taste of moon’s song.

If you really want a radio station to play your song, go to that radio station every day with that song in your hand and say, ‘Please play it.’

I wanted to write a happy song. I didn’t know how.

Above all shadows rides the Sunand Stars for ever dwell:I will not say the Day is done,nor bid the Stars farewell.

If you are kind enough today, history will sing your song and be kind to you.

The singers make much of kings who valiantly die in battle, but your life is worth more than a sword. To me at least, who gave it to you.

And I don’t want the world to see me, Cause I don’t think that they’d understand.When everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.

Every day is getting worseDo the same things and they hurtI don’t know if I should cryAll I know is that I’m tryin’ I wanna believe in you, I wanna believe in you So why...

Everything changes, it all stays the same,Everyone guilty, no one to blame,Every way out, brings you back to the start,Everyone dies to break somebody’s heart…

I once had a dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events some of those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished...

Constipation ran Presley’s life. Even his famous motto TCB— ’Taking Care of Business’— sounds like a reference to bathroom matters.

I got the Eye of the Tiger The FireDancing through the fire Cause I am a Champion!And your gonna hear me Roar-Roar

Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it’s in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing...

She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.

I think the true test of a pop song, for me, and I’ve talked to a lot of other writers about this, is you take your demo, you pop it in your car and you...

…it was if another planet were calling. The call, embodied, issued in liquid syllables from the mouth of the Arab sailor who, on the prow of the Vestra each sun-up, looked toward the East and...

I’d rather freeze to death than hibernate with you.

But unlike sirens, selkies don’t mean any harm with their songs. They don’t sing to seduce or to kill. Their songs have nothing to do with anyone but themselves. They sing for the simple joy...

How many rivers do we have to cross,Before we can talk to the boss?

I’ve never really gotten into the whole labels thing. There were times I would cover a pop song, and people would say ‘You sound really country.’ I gave up on that whole thing a long...

It’s the smell of him in the bathroom, all I need to get ready for the day. Watching him get dressed, and the sound in the kitchen; a slow hum of a song and his...

The harbour of influence is richer in the cemeteries where people are buried with their music on their tongues unsung. Don’t leave your potentials untouched!

It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons.