#song

Two people, two hands, and two songs, in this case "Big Shot" and "Bette Davis Eyes." The lyrics of the two songs provided no commentary, honest or ironic, on the proceedings. They were merely there and always underfoot, the insistent gray muck that was pop culture. It stuck to our shoes and we tracked it through our lives. ↗

— Colson Whitehead

#life #music #pop-culture #songs #life

I guess in this culture of ever-shortening attention spans, it's good if a song can lift us out of the madness, even if only for a few minutes. ↗

— Peter Bradley Adams

#music #musician #song #music

Wenn jemand sagt, das sei Krach, was ich höre, ist mir das egal, Hauptsache, es funktioniert, Hauptsache, es hat die Kraft eines Vulkanausbruchs, Hauptsache, es gibt mir das Gefühl, unbesiegbar und unsterblich zu sein, jung, schön und stark. Henry Miller hat einmal gesagt, Musik sei der Dosenöffner der Seele, ich bin mir sicher, er würde da meine Lieblingsbands nicht ausschließen, wenn er noch leben würde. Es gibt ein paar Songs, die begleiten mich seit Jahren, und ich betrachte sie als meine Freunde, ich werde nie überdrüssig, diese Handvoll Songs zu hören, (...). Ich habe jeden einzelnen Ton im Kopf, das ist etwas, das mir niemand nehmen kann, dieser Song ist mir heilig, er ist ein Teil von mir, und wenn ich mich mies fühle, ziehe ich Songs wirklichen Freunden vor, weil sie sich nicht verändern, es scheint mir dann, als ob sie das einzige wären, auf das ich mich verlassen kann. Musik. Musik und Bücher. Aber das passiert mir zum Glück nicht allzuoft, dass ich jegliches Vertrauen in die Menschheit verliere. ↗

— Selim Özdogan

#songs #music

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

— Katy Perry

#katy-perry #music #song #music

The boy Prewitt loved the songs because they gave him something, a first hint that pain might not be pointless if you could only turn it into something. ↗

— James Jones

#pain #songs #love

All music is what awakens from you when you are reminded by the instruments, It is not the violins and the cornets....it is not the oboe nor the beating drums--nor the notes of the baritone singing his sweet romanza....nor those of the men's chorus, It is nearer and farther than they. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#men

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

— Victor Hugo

#hopelessness #music #song #music

...loading your brain with subliminal messages.... How loathsome to turn a sadistic murder into entertainment [in the newspaper] -- and yet how hard not to read about it. What dark comedy to realize that you are scanning for descriptions of torture as you disapprove. Which of course only makes it more entertaining. "But naturally I was hoping they'd report something grisly," you say to your friends, who chuckle lighthearted acknowledgment of hypocrisy. ↗

— Mary Gaitskill

#gaitskill #nature

Demon pox, oh, demon pox, Just how is it acquired? One must go down to the bad part of town Until one is very tired. Demon pox, oh, demon pox I had it all along— No, not the pox, you foolish blocks, I mean this very song— For I was right, and you were wrong!” “Will!” Charlotte shouted over the noise. “Have you LOST YOUR MIND? CEASE THAT INFERNAL RACKET! ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will #song

If actions speak louder than words I’m the most deafening noise you’ve heard I’ll be that ringing in your ears That will stick around for years ↗

— Touche Amore

#touche-amore #amor