#song

Puff, the Magic Dragon, lived by the sea, and frolicked in the Autumn Mist in a land called Honah Lee, little Jacky Paper loved that rascal Puff, and gave him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. ↗

— Peter Yarrow

#dragon #songs #love

Let It Be ↗

— John Lennon

#song-lyrics #lyrics

Memories consume Like opening the wound I'm picking me apart again You all assume I'm safe here in my room Unless I try to start again. ↗

— Linkin Park

#linkin-park #song-lyrics #addiction

The houses have been condemned on Memory Lane I’m tired of this struggle that leaves everything the same I’ve tried so hard to make it work that I’m dying inside Well, you can take my past But you can’t have my tomorrow Promises that remain promises are useless and they’re cheap I wish I could put a price on words so I could make them keep I put so much faith in you I lost all my faith in me Well, you can take my past But you can’t have my tomorrow I’m giving up on giving up I can’t leave it all to prayer ‘Cause the first step in getting better is knowing what’s not there You said you’d make it better and that just makes it worse Well, you can take my past But you can’t have my tomorrow Yes, I want my life to last So you can’t have my tomorrow No, you can’t have my tomorrow ↗

— David Levithan

#honest #inspirational #lyrics #music #song

The hungry and the haunted explode in a rock'n'roll band. ↗

— Bruce Springsteen

#music #song-lyrics #music

Songwriters write songs, but they really belong to the listener. ↗

— Jimmy Buffett

#music #song #songwriting #music

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#highland #leaves-of-grass #nature #poetry #song

For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean ↗

— Tupac Shakur

#song-lyrics

What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#homage #life #poem #reflection #song

'The Christmas Song,' by Nat King Cole, is not only a masterful performance; to me it just sounds like the holidays. I've never sung it, because Nat's version is so perfect. I gotta leave it alone. ↗

— Harry Connick, Jr.

#because #christmas #cole #gotta #holidays