Quotes About Song

it was the arts, those noble expressions of the human spirit that are communicated through literature, dance, song, film, drama, painting and sculpture, among the many other such creative means, that helped articulate the sufferings of [these] people that were heard around the globe.

The typewriter racket was our song of hope.

I say if a novelty Christmas song is funny one time, then it is funny every time. - Calvin

It was during my stint at Café Society that a song was born which became my personal protest—" Strange Fruit." The germ of the song was in a poem written by Lewis Allen. I first met him at Café Society. When he showed me that poem, I dug it right off. It seemed to spell out all the things that had killed Pop.

And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' But I'll know my song well before I start singin

I count the years and I shed no tears; I'm blinded to what might have been. Nature's voice makes my heart rejoice; play me the wild song of the wind.

Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum.

I can see God in a daisy. I can see God at night in the wind and rain. I see Creation just about everywhere. The highest form of song is prayer. King David's, Solomon's, the wailing of a coyote, the rumble of the Earth.

It's one of those songs that makes a good record but it's too much work to make it believable in live performance.

Sebuah lagu laksana mimpi, dan kita berusaha untuk membuatnya jadi kenyataan.

I'm not saying I needed my life to be a symphony - I just never thought it'd turn out to be a country song.

when the fairy sang, the whole world listened to him. Stephen felt clouds pause in their passing; he felt sleeping hills shift and murmur; he felt cold mists dance. He understood for the first time that the world is not dumb at all, but merely waiting for someone to speak to it in a language it understands. In the fairy's song the earth recognized the names by which it called itself.

But when the fairy sang, the whole world listened to him. Stephen felt clouds pause in their passing; he felt sleeping hills shift and murmur; he felt cold mists dance. He understood for the first time that the world is not dumb at all, but merely waiting for someone to speak to it in a language it understands. In the fairy's song the earth recognized the names by which it called itself. Stephen

In the fairy's song the earth recognized the names by which it called itself.

murmured, reminding me of the time I'd sung the Sara Bareilles anthem

If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.

Worse Even than your maddening Song, your silence.

Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song, Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long But at my back in a cold blast I hear The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear

I sometimes wonder if that is what Krishna meant — Among other things — or one way of putting the same thing: That the future is a faded song, a Royal Rose or a lavender spray Of wistful regret for those who are not yet here to regret, Pressed between yellow leaves of a book that has never been opened.

El futuro es una canción desvanecida, una rosa real o un ramo de lavanda, de ansioso lamento por los que aún no están aquí para lamentarse, prensado entre las hojas amarillentas de un libro que nunca ha sidiero

Now I end my death song. I give my farewell to mountain and sky. It has been good to be alive.

She must bring her song to the stone heights, to the dwellers inside. They would take her in, their sister of the mountains. They would bring her home.

Her condition of insoluble despair had finally sought relief in song.

His voice cut through all like a gold wire, through time, place, dust, heat, and faith. A girl on a balcony averted her head from him superstitiously among the terra-cotta pots of flowers. Romulan blinked at him, entranced. None of them had heard a verse sung better, or a love song more like a knell.