#lyric

There's a time I can recall Four years old and three feet tall Trying to touch the stars and the cookie jar And both were out of reach ↗

— Hilary Weeks

#reaching #hilarious

There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends. ↗

— Shel Silverstein

#forever-and-a-day #lyrics #music-lyrics #silverstein #song

I thinks it really interesting how they throw the world music samples in there. I often wonder what it would be like to do something like that, but use my lyrics and my kind of style. ↗

— Marc Almond

#i #interesting #kind #like #lyrics

The trumpet was not a lyrical singing instrument. ↗

— Herb Alpert

#lyrical #singing #trumpet

I write my lyrics into the computer and I hum my music into the dictaphone. ↗

— Sebastian Bach

#hum #i #i write #into #lyrics

If I look at my old lyrics, they seem to be full of rage, but empty. There was an emptiness in my life. ↗

— Billie Joe Armstrong

#empty #full #i #life #look

Once we start hitting lyrical themes that can whack you from all these different perspectives, we know we're onto something special. ↗

— Chester Bennington

#different perspectives #hitting #know #lyrical #once

In my opinion, Lenny Bruce was more of an influence on Zappa's satirical lyric's than anyone that I know of. ↗

— Jimmy Carl Black

#bruce #i #in my opinion #influence #know

The most astonishing joy is to receive from the muses the gift of a whole lyric. ↗

— James Broughton

#gift #joy #lyric #most #muses

I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist. ↗

— David Levithan

#chord #love #lyric #metaphor #moment