Quotes About Singing

I love to sing, and I've recorded a few covers and originals with friends, but I haven't written any songs.

It's very difficult for me to say 'I love you' but to sing 'I love you' for me is easier.

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I've got to know that I'm singing something with truth to it. My songs are different than anybody else's songs. Other artists can get by on their voices and their style, but my songs speak volumes, and all I have to to is lay them down correctly, lyrically, and they'll do what they need to do.

Another Celtic legend tells of the duel of two famous bards. One, accompanying himself on the harp, sang from the coming day to the coming of twilight. Then, when the stars or the moon came out, the first bard handed the harp to the second, who laid the instrument aside and rose to his feet. The first singer admitted defeat.

Oh, what love this was, free, unprecedented, unlike anything else! They thought the way other people sing.

Elle ferma ses petits yeux noirs et replaça sa tête en position. Le chat laissa reposer avec précaution ses canines acérées sur le cou doux et gris. Les moustaches noires de la souris se mêlaient aux siennes. Il déroula sa queue touffue et la laissa traîner sur le trottoir. Il venait, en chantant, onze petites filles aveugles de l'orphelinat de Jules l'Apostolique.

When night fell, I listened to the Songs that the Moon and Stars were singing and I sang with them

Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not-writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing, singing, laughing, learning.

And voices are In the wind's singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown. T.S. Eliot The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

The wolf who sings alone is not happy.

He sang. The robot sang. He sang into my veins where my blood had been and where instead the notes and throbbing of the guitar now flowed. I could feel his song vibrating in my throat, as if I sang it too. I couldn't see him. If the crowd parted and I saw him, I would die.

The aloof Rosalena at his side had half shut her eyes, gazing through the lashes at Mercurio as he sang.

The servants listened in fascination as Cornelia's conversation grew more and more ribald, less and less shocked at itself. Eventually, roaring drunk as any good madam of the Bhorga, Cornelia had been hoisted up by six male servants and borne, singing her own requiem, to her chamber.

I do not sing songs. I sing dreams, and they are nothing. And since you'll have me sing nothing, I need not sing at all.

Haven't you heard of the music of the spheres?" asked the dragon. "It's the music that space makes to itself. All the spirits inside all the stars are singing. I'm a star spirit. I sing too. The music of the spheres is what makes space so peaceful.

Distant singing is heard. Ghostly voices become audible: fragments of lectures remembered, the finely distilled wisdom and passion of seers and poets with which the modern young mind is tempered for the world that blows it to pieces.

I've learned things about myself through singing. I used to have a certain dislike of the audience, not as individual people, but as a giant body who was judging me. Of course, it wasn't really them judging me. It was me judging me. Once I got past that fear, it freed me up, not just when I was performing but in other parts of my life.

I'm sure any vocal teacher that listens to me would rather cut my throat than do anything - I do everything all wrong - but I think for me that's the best - because I don't think I have a voice so I think what I project would be style - if I learned to sing I'd lose my style.

El poeta ¡Oh rosa, me hablan de la guerra! ¿Cómo podré decirles que eres aquí en mi ser exactamente la sola y esencial respuesta? Yo no estoy lejos de la calle porque abra arriba mi balcón, ni lejos del cantar mi voz porque en el coro usual no cante. Oh rosa, me hablan de los hombres como de un triste y cruel trabajo. Sólo tú sabes que te canto para llevarte hasta sus voces.

I listen to the people. That was a big reason for my life, maybe the main reason, I'm singing because I love it when people say to me, 'Thank you.' I thank them. It's a marriage.