Quotes About Song

'Material' is meant to be a fun, lighthearted song about the tiny bit of materialism that's in all of us. The message is meant to translate the notion that you don't need luxury items to feel special; you already are special.

Karaoke was my family's happy secret. In those early years in America, like many immigrants, my parents struggled with poverty and loneliness, but they also built provisional families, and inside our bubble there was joy, understanding, an intimate language I could never translate - and above all there was song.

I love the song 'El Rey.' And for years, I never knew what the song was totally about. It was something new for me. I'd never sung a song in Spanish before. Then I got the translation and saw what a really cool song it was.

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.

Personally, my favorite 'meat' song is 'We Got It Right.' As soon as it comes on, it transports me to a different place. And I'm really proud of our performance in the studio on that one.

I have struggled for decades now with the fear of and resistance to change - mostly in the realms of technology, transportation, and the ways people choose to communicate. If I had a theme song, it would be that lovely song 'I'm Old-Fashioned,' as sung by Ella Fitzgerald.

My meditation Is my heart's God-Perfection-Satisfaction-song

O sons of Peace, sons of the One Catholic [Church], walk in your way, and sing as you walk. Travelers do this in order to keep up their spirits.

Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.

Every song has a piece of you in it, because just general regret, love. You have to basically zero in on the truth of those particular emotions.

[P]salms are basically prayers and hymns, by their very nature they are addressed to God or express truth about God in song.

The Teutons have been singing the swan song ever since they entered the ranks of history. They have always confounded truth with death.

Stephen Sondheim told me that Oscar Hammerstein believed everything that he wrote. So there's great truth in the songs, and that's what was so wonderful to find.

The whole truth... sings only - and all lovers are the song.

In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part. To sleep for a season and hear no word Of true love's truth or of light love's art, Only the song of a secret bird.

Conceit I heard a winter tree in song: Its leaves were birds, a hundred strong; When all at once it ceased to sing, For every leaf had taken wing.

Ron Carter was accompanied by two guitars and playing a Milt Jackson song called "Bags' Groove.

Shelly Berg Trio's take on "Blackbird

He'll be successful, finally, this coming Sunday, at the modest ceremony to be held in the living room. It's all so clear. Tyler will write a beautiful, meaningful song. Barrett will find a love that abides, and work that matters. And Liz. Liz will tire of boys, tire of her resolution to grow into a tough, colorful old woman who lives defiantly alone.

These spasms of emotion take him constantly. A song can do it; even the sight of an old dog. They pass. They usually pass. This time, though, tears start falling from his eyes almost before he knows it will happen, and for a moment a compartment of his being (the same compartment that counts steps, sips, claps) says to itself, He's crying, how strange. Louis leans forward, puts his face in his hands. He sobs.

When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain... As they explained, this had been sung by a human who had visited Fantastica long years before, name of Shexper, or something of the sort.

Once my song is ended, What comes to others soon or late, When their bodies pass away, Will also be my fate. My life will last the time of my song, But that will not be long.

and then, from that dungeon in the West, There rises up a melody, beguiling and forlorn. It is the sweet, sad, self-deceiving murderer's song, And it will not end 'til morn . . .' -- Wheldrake, The Prisoners

record collection, with all those lifetimes and desires rhymed and distilled into two or three minutes of a song.