#lyric

Put some fiddle in the middle, it'll make it better. Warm your heart like an old love letter. Make you feel like the day you met her. ↗

— Kevin Dalton - Faubush Hill

#love #sex #song-lyrics #love

Life is a pigsty. ↗

— Morrissey

#lyrics #music #humor

Incluso en estos tiempos en los que soy feliz de otra manera, todos los días tienen ese instante en que me jugaría la primavera por tenerte delante. ↗

— Joaquín Sabina

#melancholy #songs-lyrics #love

You know I love to spend my mornings, like sunlight dancing on your skin ↗

— Rodney Crowell

#music #love

I wish that I was looking into your eyes ↗

— Katy Perry

#music

You've gone and sewn me to this bed, The taste of you and me, Will never leave my lips again, Under the blinding rain, I wanna hold your hand so tight, I'm gonna break my wrist, And when the vultures sing tonight, I'm gonna join right in. ↗

— pierce the veil

#love

Talking about the future, like we had a clue. Never plans that one day, I'd be losing you ↗

— Katy Perry

#music

The pattern's laid out on the bed With dozens of colors of thread But you've got the needle I guess that's the point in the end ↗

— Amanda Palmer

#sad #song-lyrics #inspirational

It's these little things, they can pull you under Live your life filled with joy and wonder I always knew this altogether thunder Was lost in our little lives ↗

— R.E.M Sweetness Follows

#inspirational #song-lyrics #wonder #inspirational

It was the way he wore the place. You expected him any moment to break into the kind of song that has suspicious rhymes and phrases like "my kind of town" and "I wanna be a part of it" in it; the kind of song where people dance in the street and give the singer apples and join in and a dozen lowly matchgirls suddenly show amazing choreographical ability and everyone acts like cheery lovable citizens instead of the murderous, evil-minded, self-centered people they suspect themselves to be. But the point was that if Carrot had erupted into a song, people WOULD have joined in. Carrot could have jollied up a circle of standing stones to form up behind him and do a rumba. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#song-lyrics #stereotypes #men