Quotes About Music

My idea is that there is music in the air, music all around us, the world is full of it and you simply take as much as you require.

They Laughed When I Sat Down at the Piano.

Adieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu, adieu, adieu,I can no longer stay with you.I'll hang my harp on a weeping willow-tree,And may the world go well with thee.

Well, she got her daddy's carAnd she cruised through the hamburger stand nowSeems she forgot all about the libraryLike she told her old man nowAnd with the radio blasting goes cruisingJust as fast as she can nowAnd she'll have fun, fun, funTill her daddy takes the T-Bird away

And David and all the house of Israel played before the Lord on all manner of instruments made of fir wood, even on harps, and on psalteries, and on timbrels, and on cornets, and on cymbals.

Hope is grief's best music.

Strong lager and some early Zep tunes. I ask thee, is there a better way to spend an evening?

Sweet home AlabamaWhere skies are so blueSweet home AlabamaLord, I'm coming home to you.

Gratitude is the music of the heart, when its chords are swept by the breeze of kindness.

Yankee Doodle came to townRiding on a pony,He stuck a feather in his hatAnd called it macaroni.Yankee Doodle, keep it up,Yankee Doodle dandy,Mind the music and the step,And with the girls be handy.

Sing unto him a new song; play skillfully with a loud noise.

Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay,Roll 'em up and twist 'em up a high tuckahaw,And hit 'em up a tune called Turkey in the Straw.

Play it, Sam.

Greensleeves was all my joy,Greensleeves was my delight;Greensleeves was my heart of gold,And who but Lady Greensleeves.

Where griping griefs the heart would woundAnd doleful dumps the mind oppress,There music with her silver soundWith speed is wont to send redress.

When I glimpse the backs of women's knees I seem to hear the first movement of Beethoven's "Pastoral Symphony."

O sing unto the Lord a new song.

A tale out of season [is as] music in mourning.

Make a joyful noise unto God, all ye lands.

The holly and the ivy,When they are both full grown,Of all the trees that are in the wood,The holly bears the crown:The rising of the sunAnd the running of the deer,The playing of the merry organ,Sweet singing in the choir.

Jubal: he was the father of all such as handle the harp and organ.

She's gone with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!

Life is a song. Love is the music.

When using a public campground, a tuba placed on your picnic table will keep the campsites on either side vacant.