Quotes About Ballads

I think up until the 'Honestly' album it was very much label-company lead, of 'this is a sound that we need, this is what you need to do. You need to do ballads, you need to do a million different types of love songs,' and I hate ballads and I hate love songs.

Their delight in each other after they became the sort of lovers that minstrels make ballads about (although it was certainly unpoetic of them to be married to each other) was so apparent that it spilled over into their dealings with their people; and the court became a more joyful place than it had been for many a long royal generation.

I still remember the refrain of one of the most popular barracks ballads of that day, which proclaimed most proudly that old soldiers never die; they just fade away. I now close my military career and just fade away.

During the 'ballad' years for me, the politics was latent; I was just falling in love with the ballads and my boyfriend. And there was the beauty of the songs.

Fergie will sing ballads to the dogs and they'll sit there rapt. You know your wife's a star when she keeps the dogs entertained for 20 minutes.

The song was wistful as the ballads Slidell and the Clayton brothers played, except words weren't needed to feel the yearning. That made the music all the more sorrowful, because this song wasn't about one lost love or one dead child or parent. It was as if the music was about every loss that had ever been.

Half owre, half owre to Aberdour,'Tis fifty fathoms deep;And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens,Wi' the Scots lords at his feet!

The king sits in Dunfermline townDrinking the blude-red wine.

When captains courageous, whom death could not daunt,Did march to the siege of the city of Gaunt,They mustered their soldiers by two and by three,And the foremost in battle was Mary Ambree.

I saw the new moon late yestreenWi' the auld moon in her arm;And if we gang to sea, master,I fear we'll come to harm.

Fight on, my merry men all;For why, my life is at an end.

To Noroway, to Noroway,To Noroway o'er the faem;The king's daughter o' Noroway,'Tis thou must bring her hame.

"The curse of hell frae me sall ye bear,Sic counsels ye give to me, O!"

So slowly, slowly rase she up,And slowly she came nigh him,And when she drew the curtain by—"Young man, I think you're dyin'."

There were twa sisters sat in a bour;Binnorie, O Binnorie!There came a knight to be their wooer,By the bonnie milldams o' Binnorie.

True Thomas lay on Huntlie Bank;A ferlie he spied wi' his e'e;And there he saw a lady brightCome riding down by the Eildon Tree.

Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands,O where hae ye been?They hae slain the Earl of Murray,And laid him on the green.

I get to work a lot of times in nightclubs and large theaters, so I wanted to make music that is fun to perform in those settings. But I also wanted to contrast it with really serious, sincere ballads.

Mr. Bucchino occupies a special niche. His flowing, finely made piano ballads describe an urban single life in which relationships come and go... with high expectations, high anxiety and open hearts.

Give me the making of a nation's ballads and I care not who has the making of its Laws.

Actually when I'm depressed or feeling down, I seem to play quiet music and enjoy the time. So I listen to a lot of ballads and I try to enjoy the time with music.

The ballads were a true history of Faerie and a false one. They were true because all stories are true, and false because all stories have echoes and interplay and Faerie was the result of the tension between those two. The pattern of a tapestry was not the substance of the strands.

Now ballads, I can mess around and get up on somebody on a ballad. People ain't seen it yet, but I can mess around and get up in there. I've had Ruben Studdard up in my house, Brian McKnight, Tank. Every once in a while I throw down with them.

Well, you can't throw heavy, analytical, thought-provoking songs at people 24/7. It's been my experience over the last 20 years that on a rare occasion, in a live setting, if you can slow people down to listen to two good ballads, then you're doing pretty good. Then throw a tempo at 'em. Then have fun.