Song Quotes
Song Quote of the day
I have written a song that says: If you ever lose someone dear to you, never say the words, "They're gone," and they'll come back.
You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.
Take a deep breath, listen to your favorite song and realize everything is gonna be okay, nothing is permanent.
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram.
I would like to be remembered as a - somebody who could rock your soul or make your cry with a song. And somebody who's kind, who loved to laugh, and loved his God.
And I ask why am I black, they say I was born in sin, and shamed inequity. One of the main songs we used to sing in church makes me sick, 'love wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.
Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever-spinning reel As the images unwind Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind.
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.
My songs is hard stuff which politicians don't want on them radio station because they still want people to live in ignorancy.
By your own soul, learn to live. If some men force you, take no heed. If some men hate you, have no care. Sing your song, dream your dreams Hope your hopes, and pray your prayers.
No revolutionary movement is complete without its poetical expression.
I want to express the feelings that everyone has felt at least once in music so i think people will feel/understand my song.
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.
Music, at its essence, is what gives us memories. And the longer a song has existed in our lives, the more memories we have of it.
Not only is your story worth telling, but it can be told in words so painstakingly eloquent that it becomes a song.
November Rain is a song about not wanting to be in a state of having to deal with unrequited love.
If you have the opportunity to play this game of life you need to appreciate every moment. a lot of people don't appreciate the moment until it's passed.
When singing, you need performing skills and a bit of imagination. You have to treasure the emotions, and to not deviate from the colour of the song while pouring your heart into it.
Unfortunately I've been to jail a couple times. Anytime I come in it's difficult to make music, write songs.
We lose our souls if we lose the experience of the forest, the butterflies, the song of the birds, if we can't see the stars at night.
Throughout my career, if I have done anything, I have paid attention to every note and every word I sing - if I respect the song. If I cannot project this to a listener, I fail.
I would always sing it (Take Me Out To The Ballgame) because I think it's the only song I knew the words to.
Even if my songs are a bit low-spirited, they make me happy. I become happy when I hear sad songs. When you sing about sad things in a beautiful way, the atmosphere turns upside down
Don't let the sun go down on me Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free But losing everything is like the sun going down on me
There are only two kinds of songs; there's the blues, and there's zip-a-dee-doo-dah.
To rise above treeline is to go above thought, and after, the descent back into bird song, bog orchids, willows, and firs is to sink into the preliterate parts of ourselves.
If you play a Nickleback song backwards you'll hear messages from the devil. Even worse, if you play it forwards you'll hear Nickleback.
I mean, if the relationship can't survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?
Prayer does not use up artificial energy, doesn't burn up any fossil fuel, doesn't pollute. Neither does song, neither does love, neither does the dance.
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt Like snow.
Only to the rude ear of one who is quite indifferent does the song of a bird seem always the same.
