Quotes about son
song philosophy volition
To me, songs come of their own volition - and with an open-ended philosophy. Rufus Wainwright
song play knowing
The song is about knowing the end result of every situation you're in, and being able to play it out in your mind and see it before it happens. It's about addiction, really, about knowing how it's all going to end up. In that sense, you're watching a movie of yourself all the time - and then you want out of that movie.
song writing vision
Why be in music, why write songs, if you can't use them to explore life or an idealized vision of life?
song musician ends
Most musicians count at the beginning, and never count and talk to their musicians after that. They only talk to them at the end of the song. But I would count with them and talk. Roy Ayers
song thinking artist
Artists don't always know. Almost every song I ever recorded that was a hit at the majors that the promotional people picked I didn't think it would be a hit. I was wrong every time!
son dragons wind
He came like the wind, like the wind touched everything, and like the wind was gone. -from The Dragon Reborn. By Loial, son of Arent son of Halan, the Fourth Age. Robert Jordan
song men boys
From the time an Aiel boy becomes a man he will not sing anything but battle chants, or their dirge for the slain. I have heard them singing over their dead, and over those they have killed. That song is one to make the stones weep.
song reality
The reality is not exactly what the song started out to be, but it's not a bad song. Robert James Waller
song mind watches
Driving that train, high on cocaine Casey Jones you'd better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind Robert Hunter
song pain rain
What do you want me to do, To watch for you, To see you through? A box of rain will ease the pain, and love, will see you through.
song air
Let there be songs to fill the air.
song beach morning
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world, but the heart has its beaches, its homeland, and thoughts of its own. Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings, but the heart has its seasons its evenings, and songs of its own
song sweet home
River gonna take me, Sing me sweet and sleepy, Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home, It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come since I first left home
song moving inspiration
Inspiration, move me brightly, light the song with sense and color, hold away despair
song fall faults
Every song falls short of the glory of what a song could be. That's why the urge is there to start again and yet again. Often it's the fault of rhyme. I've discovered a hundred times that there just aren't enough rhymes to say what I wanted to say, so I said something else instead. Sometimes it was a better thing, but the thing I meant to say went unsaid. So there's an opening for another song.
song never-trust songwriters
I never trust songwriters who talk about what their song is about. Roddy Woomble
song want novel
If you want meaning, you read poetry or a novel or something, you don't read song lyrics. You're supposed to listen to them with music.
song fall writing
Every now and then I'll get seduced by the idea of money, and I'll take a stab at that...and I fall flat on my ass. I've never written a lasting song with that mindset. It doesn't work. Rodney Crowell
song writing artist
If you get a song right for its usage at the time, it can be useful to others. ...Those songs are more friendly to other artists looking for material.
son people trying
I don't have any of the answers, son. Never did. All I can do is keep asking the questions. Keep trying to make sense of why people do what they do. Rodman Philbrick
song trying matter
Every song youre trying to find something that going to connect in different ways but for me the songs that Im really drawn to are inspirational, songs that lift you and that everybody can relate to no matter where youre from. Rodney Atkins
song writing eye
You wind up creating from silence, like painting a picture on a blank canvas that could bring tears to somebody's eyes. As songwriters, our blank canvas is silence. Then we write a song from an idea that can change somebody's life. Songwriting is the closest thing to magic that we could ever experience. That's why I love songwriting.
song blessing artist
It's just a blessing. Artists search and search for songs that will connect for a new artist because the familiarity is so low. People don't know what you look like. It's just so unbelievable to find a song that people are relating to. To have a song that people will actually pick up the phone and call the station to ask. It's a blessing.
son golf ankles
My son's an idiot. He sprained his ankle playing golf. He fell off the ballwasher. Rodney Dangerfield
song real integrity
I always felt like I could combine good pop songs that are easy for people to like with a real person and a real mind and integrity. Robyn
song writing artist
Sometimes I write songs that just come out in a pop format because I grew up on melody and these amazing artists during the 80s. It's my tradition and it's something that I can't really control.
song love-and-death exception
Most songs are somewhere between love and death, and mine are no exception. Robyn Hitchcock
song mean writing
In this world of doubt, one thing is certain for me; that I will go on writing songs up to and - I hope, through heavenly means or diabolical - beyond the day I die.
song children identity
An un-named song is like an un-named child, it has no identity.
son
Dont shoot where it is, son. Shoot where its going to be. Robert Patrick
song twilight thinking
I just saw Twilight on TV, for the first time, a few days ago, and, when my song came on, I was just thinking that is so bazaar that I actually had a song in the movie. Robert Pattinson
son gay successful
And I'm in favor of that because I have a gay son, who's a very successful theater designer. Robert MacNeil
song flower heart
When loud by landside streamlets gush, And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush, With sun on the meadows And songs in the shadows Comes again to me The gift of the tongues of the lea, The gift of the tongues of meadows. So when the earth is alive with gods, And the lusty ploughman breaks the sod, And the grass sings in the meadows, And the flowers smile in the shadows, Sits my heart at ease, Hearing the song of the leas, Singing the songs of the meadows. Robert Louis Stevenson