#song

I danced along a colored wind/ Dangled from a rope of sand ↗

— Tom Waits

#song-lyrics

So when your hopes on fire, But you know your desire, Don't hold a glass over the flame, Don't let your heart grow cold, I will call you by name, I will share your road. ↗

— Mumford & Sons

#hopeless-wanderer #lyrics #mumford-and-sons #song #song-lyrics

It's better to regret something you have done than to regret something you HAVEN'T done. ↗

— the butthole surfers

#song-lyrics

Spread your arms and always trust your cape. ↗

— unkknown

#song-lyrics

Been a long road to follow Been there and one tomorrow Without saying goodbye to yesterday Are the memories I hold Still valid? Or have the tears deluded them.. Something somewhere out there Is calling... Zero Gravity, What's it like? Is somebody there Beyond these heavy aching feet? Am I going home? Will I hear someone? Singin solace to the silent moon Still the road keeps on telling me To go on... Something is pulling me, I feel the gravity Of it all. ↗

— Maaya Sakamoto

#song-lyrics #songs-that-make-me-cry #song-lyrics

I did not design this game; I did not name the stakes. I just happen to like apples; and I am not afraid of snakes. ↗

— Ani DiFranco

#design

I want to create moonglasses, and then write a song called, "I Wear My Moonglasses at Noon." Hopefully, with a little lunar luck, my track will also feature Corey Hart. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#corey-hart #funny #humor #luck #lunar

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

The attention for bad literature is symptomatic: they pretends its the most normal thing in the world to fill an entire newspaper page with talk about a bad book, and good books are silenced to death. This mechanism is exactly the same formula as used in the Eurovision Songfestival: to present monoculture, and the proverbial hatred for that monoculture is only ritualistic, intended to give the reader the impression that the newspaper is on their side. Its the formula of entertainment: present things the reader can feel superior to. ↗

— Martinus Hendrikus Benders

#eurovision-songfestival #newspapers #death

I am always hearing. . . the sound of a far off song. I do not exactly know where it is, or what it means; and I don't hear much of it, only the odour of its music, as it were, flitting across the great billows of the ocean outside this air in which I make such a storm; but what I do hear, is quite enough to make me able to bear the cry from the drowning ship. So it would you if you could hear it.' 'No it wouldn't,' returned Diamond stoutly. 'For they wouldn't hear the music of the far-away song; and if they did, it wouldn't do them any good. You see you and I are not going to be drowned, and so we might enjoy it.' 'But you have never heard the psalm, and you don't know what it is like. Somehow, I can't say how, it tells me that all is right; that it is coming to swallow up all the cries. . . . It wouldn't be the song it seems if it did not swallow up all their fear and pain too, and set them singing it themselves with all the rest. ↗

— George MacDonald

#fear #hope #pain #psalm #salvation