Pure truth," I said. "You are my bright penny by the roadside. You are worth more than salt or the moon on a long night of walking. You are sweet wine in my mouth, a song in my throat, and laughter in my heart. [...] "You are too good for me," I said...
Touch my song with your lips, make it immortal, be my beloved, make my love immortal. No restriction of age, not the bond of lives, when someone love should see only the soul, by carving new trend, make the trend immortal. Loneliness of the sky is in...
The Count: To all our listeners, this is what I have to say - God bless you all. And as for you bastards in charge, don't dream it's over. Years will come, years will go, and politicians will do fuck all to make the world a better place. But all over...
Listen, whatever you see and love— that’s where you are.
Classic literature is still something that hangs in the air like a song.
Why is it that one of the best songs in the world has to be written by the BeeGees?" Benedict
There was a choice to be made, and Lena hadn't made it. The songs never lied. At least, they hadn't yet.
Why write a song when no one can play the notes or understand the lyrics?
A blanket could be used as a cover of your favorite song by your favorite cover band.
I like singer-songwriters, and I find sad songs comforting rather than depressing. It makes you realise you're not alone in the world.
I get to travel around the world and meet all of these amazing people, and they're singing my songs! And to me, that's crazy.
I was a student at Columbia College, actually, in the Architecture school. Paul would drive in from Queens, showing me these new songs. I can't remember us working it out.
Information paints no picture, sings no song, and writes no poem.
The end came as dusk fell on a gloomy winter day of cold rain.
..it just seemed as if she were marking time while life rocketed past.
The music of hope is everywhere, but to hear it, you need to ignore the muddy jangle of life's hassles.
People didn't change. they liked what they liked even if they didn't understand why.
Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...
Songwriters write songs, but they really belong to the listener.
when whispered what an exquisite song, it makes- your name.
If I knew what to do I'd do more than write a song for you
