Quotes on Song

River gonna take me, Sing me sweet and sleepy,_x000D_ _x000D_ Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home, _x000D_ _x000D_ It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago_x000D_ _x000D_ Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come since I first left home

Love is a rose _x000D_ _x000D_ But you better not pick it. _x000D_ _x000D_ It only grows _x000D_ _x000D_ When it's on the vine. _x000D_ _x000D_ Handful of thorns _x000D_ _x000D_ And you'll know you missed it. _x000D_ _x000D_ You lose your love _x000D_ _x000D_ When you say the word MINE.

In the clearing stands the boxer, and a fighter by his trade._x000D_ _x000D_ And he carries a reminder of every glove that laid him down..._x000D_ _x000D_ or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame_x000D_ _x000D_ "I am leaving! I am leaving" but the fighter still remains.

When I first saw you with your smile so tender, my heart was captured, my soul surrendered.

Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees.

In discourse more sweet; For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense. Others apart sat on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute; And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.

[On bebop years] All I did was sing 'How High the Moon.' It seemed like the only song I ever sang.

If you love a person, you say to that person, "Look, I love you, whatever that may be. I've seen quite a bit of it and I know there's lots that I haven't seen, but still it's you and I want you to be what you want to be. And I won't be happy if I've got you in a cage. You'd be a bird without song."

Let us sing a new song, not with our lips, but with our lives.

It is not enough to have a song on your lips._x000D_ You must also have a song in your heart.

It used to be that youd have a song recorded by a major country artist and if it was a hit, you could buy a car. Now you can buy a dealership.

And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear.

I am deeply sensitive to the spell of nationalism. I can play about thirty Bohemian folk songs ... on my mouth-organ. My oldest friend, who is Czech and a patriot, cannot bear to hear me play them because he says I do it in such a schmalzy way, 'crying into the mouth organ'. I do not think I could have written the book on nationalism which I did write, were I not capable of crying, with the help of a little alcohol, over folk songs, which happen to be my favourite form of music.

All religions, all this singing, one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. The sun’s light looks a little different on this wall than it does on that wall, and a lot different on this other one, but it’s still one light.

Find out what you really like if you can. Find out what is really important to you. Then sing your song. You will have something to sing about and your whole heart will be in the singing.

And every stone and every star a tongue, And every gale of wind a curious song. The Heavens were an oracle, and spoke Divinity: the Earth did undertake The office of a priest; and I being dumb (Nothing besides was dumb) all things did come With voices and instructions.

It's likely that taboo words are stored in the right hemisphere of the brain. Massive left hemisphere strokes or the entire surgical removal of the left hemisphere can leave people with no articulate speech other than the ability to swear, spout cliches and song lyrics.

I've always wanted to sing, just as I've always known that one day I would have my own niche in the annals of song. It was a feeling I had.

Hope is a song in a weary throat.

I'd like to think that when I sing a song, I can let you know all about the heartbreak, struggle, lies and kicks in the ass I've gotten over the years for being black and everything else, without actually saying a word about it.

There are those who still think they are holding the pass against a revolution that may be coming up the road. But they are gazing in the wrong direction. The revolution is behind them. It went by in the Night of Depression, singing songs to freedom.