Quotes About Song

The wind plays its own music.

Music is the song of eternal love which touches the soul and fills us with joy.

The love song I wrote that day... I got embarrassed and never sang it for her.Oh yeah... I'll sing it to her when I go home.I'll go home.I'll hurry home.

I knew there was something special between us, knew it as surely as a lyric that belonged in a song. But as with all good songs, I needed time to figure out the melody and chords.

Love is the only song I sing.

I am the blade that is swung by your hand, Slicing a rainbow's arc, I am the clapper, but you are the bell, Tolling the gathering dark. If you are the singer, then I am the song, A threnody, requiem, dirge. You've mad me the answer for all the world's need, Humanity's undying urge

Una noche, el alma del vino cantó en las botellas: ¡Hombre, hacia ti elevo, ¡oh! querido desheredado, Bajo mi prisión de vidrio y mis lacres bermejos, Una canción colmada de luz y de fraternidad!

To any old punks who're reading this: yes, Chickentown is a shout-out to John Cooper Clark's memorable song, "Evidently Chickentown," a striking evocation of heroin withdrawal in small-town/suburban England in the 1970s and 1980s.

Don't question the purpose of things; just sing along.

If you listen to a language for 15 minutes, you know the rhythm and song.

Growing up in Mississippi, the first song that I ever remember hearing, that captivated my mind and transported me from my bedroom out to the West, is a song called 'Don't Take Your Guns to Town' by Johnny Cash. That's when I was 5-years-old. And I played that song over and over again. I pantomimed it in school for show-and-tell.

There are no prog elements to Adrenaline Mob; it's very song-oriented, with shredding and grooves.

Every old Hollywood starlet would sing in movies, there'd always be some big dance sequence. Think of Marilyn Monroe singing 'Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend.'

'Kareeb' is a song that changes my mood. It's a happy and peppy song and my definition of it is 'pure entertainment.'

Even 'The Inevitability of Death' is kind of a funny song more than anything. I mean, I thought it would be funny imagining radio deejays cueing it up and announcing it as people are driving off to work.

If people stop being interested, it's because you haven't written a good enough album. Music will always be the most powerful thing. It doesn't matter what record labels or journalists say. It's the song.

I think just playing in the Champions League is a big motivation. When you hear the hymn or the song of the Champions League, it's a big motivation for every player.

One of the only things I've regretted was saying yes to a TV special, 'Motown Mania,' and I said I'll sing you a Diana Ross song. It was just naff.

When she awoke there was a melody in her head she could not identify or recall ever hearing before. 'Perhaps I made it up,' she thought. Then it came to her - the name of the song and all its lyrics just as she had heard it many times before. She sat on the edge of the bed thinking, 'There aren't any more new songs and I have sung all the ones there are. I have sung them all. I have sung all the songs there are.

By the light of the hominy fire Sixo straightens. He is through with his song. He laughs. A rippling sound like Sethe's sons make when they tumble in hay or splash in rainwater. His feet are cooking; the cloth of his trousers smokes. He laughs. Something is funny. Paul D guesses what it is when Sixo interrupts his laughter to call out, Seven-O! Seven-O!

They say that perhaps it is not by love, but by blood, that land is bought. They say that perhaps my people had to die to nourish this earth with their truth. Your people did not have ears to hear. Perhaps we had to return to the earth, so that we could grow within your hearts. Perhaps we have come back and will fill the hills and valleys with our song. Who is to know?

By the 11th century, after the fall of the Tang and as the rise of the Song dynasty led to new demand from China, Srivijaya's dominance of Southeast Asia was challenged from an unusual quarter, India.

And the great spirit of darkness spread a shroud over me...everything was silent-everything. But upon the heights soughed the everlasting song, the voice of the air, the distant, toneless humming which is never silent.

Best of all is it to preserve everything in a pure, still heart, and let there be for every pulse a thanksgiving, and for every breath a song.