Song Quotes - Page 5

People ask me how I make music. I tell them I just step into it. It's like stepping into a river and joining the flow. Every moment in the river has its song.

A great song should lift your heart, warm the soul and make you feel good.

Each song is a child I nourish and give my love to. But even if you have never written a song, your life is a song. How can it not be?

And all meet in singing, which braids together the different knowings into a wide and subtle music, the music of living.

Songwriters write songs, but they really belong to the listener.

I'm not the one who's so far away
When I feel the snake bite enter my veins.
Never did I wanna be here again,
And I don't remember why I came.

A choir is made up of many voices, including yours and mine. If one by one all go silent then all that will be left are the soloists.

Don’t let a loud few determine the nature of the sound. It makes for poor harmony and diminishes the song.

Searching for nothing
Wondering if I’ll change
I’m trying everything
But everything still stays the same
I thought if I showed you I could fly
Wouldn’t need anyone by my side
I'm running backwards
With broken wings I know I’ll die

You all have a gift. It's free. It's the gift of song.

Owls hoot in B flat, cuckoos in D, but the water ousel sings in the voice of the stream. She builds her nest back of the waterfalls so the water is a lullaby to the little ones. Must be where they learn it.

Music is a total constant. That’s why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment.

four geological eras had to pass so that human beings would be able to outsing the birds and die for love.

I guess in this culture of ever-shortening attention spans, it's good if a song can lift us out of the madness, even if only for a few minutes.

How many victims must that be? Slaughtered in vain across the land,
And how many strugles must that be?
Before we choose to live the profits plan
Everybody sing-
Every day create your History,
Every path you take you're leaving your legacy
Every soldier dies in his glory
Every legend tells of conquest and liberty.

The living take a part of the dead with them, carrying them around in their minds, like a song that lingers after the music has been turned off.

I earned my place,
With the tidal waves.
I can't escape this feeling,
That something ain't right.

I called my name
As I crashed the gates,
Still I can't escape this feeling
That something ain't right.

All people are musicians" Wit countered. "The question is whether or not they share their songs.

Love conquers all," murmured Kim. "I heard it in a song, so it must be true.

Life is like music on a scale, moving up and down. When your life is over, you have written your song.

What that song? I ast. Sound low down dirty to me. Like what the preacher tells you its sin to hear. Not to mention sing.
She hum a little more. Something come to me, she say. Something I made up. Something you help scratch out my head.