Explore Quotes on Song

I guess cause i'm black boy, I'm supposed to say 'peace', sing songs, and get capped on.

We are weak, please let us in. We're week, please let us in." After about a week tha song is gonna change to, "We're hungry, we need some food." After two, three weeks it's like "Give me some of tha food! I'm breakin down tha door." After a year it's like, "I'm pickin' the lock, comin' through the door blastin." It's like, "I'm hungry.

Your happy songs bring to me the scent of Heaven. Please keep singing!

Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger,_x000D__x000D_Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her_x000D__x000D_The flowery May, who from her green lap throws_x000D__x000D_The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose._x000D__x000D_Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire_x000D__x000D_Mirth, and youth, and warm desire!_x000D__x000D_Woods and groves are of thy dressing;_x000D__x000D_Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing._x000D__x000D_Thus we salute thee with our early song,_x000D__x000D_And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

Blessed be the Lord for the beauty of summer and spring, for the air, the water, the verdure, and the song of birds.

Flower god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful,_x000D__x000D_Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles,_x000D__x000D_Here I wander in April_x000D__x000D_Cold, grey-headed; and still to my_x000D__x000D_Heart, Spring comes with a bound, Spring the deliverer,_x000D__x000D_Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant;_x000D__x000D_Spring, flower-planter in meadows,_x000D__x000D_Child-conductor in willowy_x000D__x000D_Fields deep dotted with bloom, daisies and crocuses:_x000D__x000D_Here that child from his heart drinks of eternity:_x000D__x000D_O child, happy are children!

Come, I come! ye have called me long,_x000D__x000D_I come o'er the mountain with light and song:_x000D__x000D_Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth,_x000D__x000D_By the winds which tell of the violet's birth,_x000D__x000D_By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass,_x000D__x000D_By the green leaves, opening as I pass.

Let the rain kiss you._x000D__x000D_Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops._x000D__x000D_Let the rain sing you a lullaby._x000D__x000D_The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk._x000D__x000D_The rain makes running pools in the gutter._x000D__x000D_The rain plays a little sellp-song on our roof at night-_x000D__x000D_And I love the rain.

You start in April and cross to the time of May_x000D__x000D_One has you as it leaves, one as it comes_x000D__x000D_Since the edges of these months are yours and defer_x000D__x000D_To you, either of them suits your praises._x000D__x000D_The Circus continues and the theatre's lauded palm,_x000D__x000D_Let this song, too, join the Circus spectacle.

I remember the Chillicothe ballplayers grappling the Long Island ball players in a sixteen-inning game ended by darkness. And the shoulders of the Chillicothe players were a red smoke against the sundown and the shoulders of the Rock Island players were a yellow smoke against the sundown. And the umpire's voice was hoarse calling balls and strikes and outs and the umpire's throat fought in the dust for a song.

Clouds of insects danced and buzzed in the golden autumn light, and the air was full of the piping of the song-birds. Long, glinting dragonflies shot across the path, or hung tremulous with gauzy wings and gleaming bodies.

Not every song has to be about love and tenderness, sometimes you have those strictly physical feelings for somebody and it's okay to have those feelings.

If you want to open a supermarket chain and put your face all around the globe, selling your baby and your dog, if it makes you happy, who am I to disagree, as the song goes. But it's not for me. I've always tried to keep my integrity and keep my autonomy.

I want people to understand me as a person with views, not just performing songs.

I also started writing songs because I had this burning activity in my heart and had to express myself.

I like songs that go to different places and then come back.

I'm not claiming divinity. I've never claimed purity of soul. I've never claimed to have the answers to life. I only put out songs and answer questions as honestly as I can. But I still believe in peace, love and understanding.

Everybody loves you when you're six foot in the ground.

I can't remember the first song I learned to play on bass, but the first song I learned to play on guitar was 'For Your Love' by the Yardbirds. That kind of was the beginning for me. I thought it was a great song and I loved the open chord progression at the beginning of that song.

Sometimes it's nice to have a song that can be taken more then one way, so it can be interpreted differently.

For me, how I feel about what I wrote down turns into a song.