Song Quotes - Page 6

When someone asks me what a song is about, it’s like, I feel like I might ruin it if you ask me that. I feel like I did my best to explain the song in the song on its own terms as a song.

No man sings as beautifully as when his song is accompanied by a woman’s voice.

Nothing safe is worth the drive.

A song and a smile from someone I cared about could be enough to distract me from all that darkness, if only for a little while.

Die Ruhe der Leidenschaften in einem song… . / La serenità delle passioni in una canzone… . / El sosiego de las pasiones en una canción… .



Saludos,

Fernando.



Look & Discover,...Enjoy it :




" Daniel Barenboim : Part 4 - F. Chopin's 'Nocturne in D flat Major'.

A tapping foot isn’t the best a listener can get from a song: A good song makes a listener dance. A great song makes him think.

. . .where there is no more hope, song remains.

Am I the only one who measures time using songs? “Oh it only took me 4 songs to get here! that’s not to long!

So long as the human spirit thrives on this planet, music in some living form will accompany and sustain it and give it expressive meaning.

It was as if his song was one voice, calling out into the darkness until it was answered by another, harmonizing with its own unique voice and emotion to create something even more beautiful than the sum of its parts.

Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road.
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.

Maybe the reason why all the doors are closed so you could open one that leads you to the perfect road.

When all that you've tried, leaves nothing but holes inside.

The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and for a minute you feel a happy pain, but you don't know why. Bird felt like that.

At that moment a solitary violin struck up. But the music was not dance music; it was more like a song - a solemn, sweet song. (I know now that it was Beethoven's Romance in F.) I listened, and suddenly it was as if the fog that surrounded me had been penetrated, as if I were being spoken to.

I knew it was Peter playing. I fancied he was trying to tell me something - an absurd idea, but it persisted - 'I may not be able to spell, but just you listen to this.

I meet people and they enforce me their culture and then I choose to fly away and I meet other people and these people force me their religion and I wanna fly away. I meet other people, these people are silent, we begin to sing the song of the ocean and then we fly away together ~

In the high tide or low tide, I'm gonna be your friend... I'm gonna be your friend!

His own opinion, which he does not air, is that the origin of speech lie in song, and the origins of song in the need to fill out with sound the overlarge and rather empty human soul.

...it was if another planet were calling. The call, embodied, issued in liquid syllables from the mouth of the Arab sailor who, on the prow of the Vestra each sun-up, looked toward the East and sang the Persian song:
Hearken unto dawn, oh, my soul...
Let good come unto the world.