#song

Words make you think. Music makes you feel. A song makes you feel a thought. ↗

— Yip Harburg

#singing #songs #thinking #music

Dream Song of Thunders: Sometimes I go about pitying Myself, While I am carried by the wind Across the sky. ↗

— Frances Densmore

#irony #old-songs #transcendence #wind #dreams

My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer and I have my mind...and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone if it is to keep its edge. That's why I read so much Jon Snow. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#song-of-fire-and-ice #tyrion-lannister #song

I try to avoid having thoughts. They lead to other thoughts, and—if you're not careful—those lead to actions. Actions make you tired. I have this on rather good authority from someone who once read it in a book. ↗

— Brandon Sanderson

#exhaustion #lightsong #work #work-ethic #ethics

His own opinion, which he does not air, is that the origin of speech lie in song, and the origins of song in the need to fill out with sound the overlarge and rather empty human soul. ↗

— J.M. Coetzee

#language #song #soul #speech #speech

If you're putting that energy into performance," he said, "you're also getting it back out again, right? You're giving so you can receive." He spread his arms wide. "If you were writing songs with it, you'd be holed up in your room in the middle of the night, scribbling them in a notebook and feeling self-important. You'd think you were getting it out, but really you'd be keeping it inside and quiet. You'd take what upset you and turn it into art, and now it would fester, because you think other people ought to share your outrage at what happened to you. ↗

— Jennifer Echols

#energy #feeling #giving-and-receiving #outrage #sam

We should get jerseys, cause we make a good team; but yours would look better than mine, cause you're outta my league. ↗

— Relient K

#god-s-grace #grace #lyrics #relient-k #songs

some things cost more than you realize ↗

— Radiohead

#song-lyrics

I met you at the cornerstone on the highway to bedlam./Walked with you to the pinnacle, along that ledge to hell,/Traveled along the passageway of all things aching,/But would crawl with you if you wanted me to/On the steeple point to hope./So we can tip the stars and hold the moon,/Graze the sun, but make it soon. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#locaction- #song-lyrics

And yes I have all of the usual objections to the miseducation Of children who in tax-exempt institutions are taught to externalise blame And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right or wrong ↗

— Tim Minchin

#white-wine-in-the-sun #song-lyrics