#lyric

I think the melody is the first time I hear in a song and if I like the melody, then I'll pay closer attention to the lyrics. ↗

— George Strait

#closer #first #first time #hear #i

I'm just a notch on your bedpost but you're just a line in a song. ↗

— Fall Out Boy

#lyrics

I'm not a wannabe. I'm who I wannabe. ↗

— Hawk Nelson

#self-esteem #lyrics

I tend to write out the first iteration of a lyric here and then go over here and make variations on it, on the page opposite. ↗

— James Taylor

#go #here #i #lyric #make

I feel constricted if I become too much aware of the act of making. Liberty is lost and instead of an instinctual lyrical expression the whole thing becomes arid. ↗

— William Scott

#arid #aware #become #becomes #expression

I was half asleep lying there writing this lyric in my head at about 3:30 in the morning. I woke Steve up with this idea and then we went into the living room where there was a little upright piano and finished the song. I wonder where that piano is now? ↗

— Jim Capaldi

#asleep #finished #half #head #i

I don't want to feel you die, but if that's the way that God has planned you Well, I'll put pennies on your eyes. And it will go away, see? You've only lived a minute of your life. I must be dreaming... Is someone calling me? No... I think I hear a voice, They're outside the door! ↗

— Alice Cooper

#lyrics #music #dreams

I have been around for a long, long time. I didn't make it 'til I was older. I went through the period when women were not getting signed, particularly if you were writing songs that were lyrically propelled. ↗

— Sheryl Crow

#been #getting #i #long #long time

I might lie a lot but never in my lyrics. ↗

— Courtney Love

#lie #lot #lyrics #might #never

روح روز تابستانی و نفسِ گل سرخی، تابستان اما سپری شده است و موسم گل‌ به آخر رسیده است کجا رفته‌اند؟ که می‌داند، که می‌داند. خون قلب منی و جان آرامشی. قلب من امّا سرد است و جانم به سیاهی در نشسته است. کجایی تو ای یار؟ که می‌داند، که می‌داند. امید سالیان منی و آفتاب برف‌های زمستانم. سال‌ها اما زیر آسمانی ابر اندود به پایان رسیده است. کجا یکدیگر را باز خواهیم یافت؟ که می‌داند، که می‌داند ↗

— Paul Laurence Dunbar

#life