#song

And god damit, I can barely say your name, So I'll try to write it, And fill the pen with blood from the sink. ↗

— pierce the veil

#love

I’m the type of girl, When you fall in love, You fall forever. ↗

— Tegan Quin

#sara-quin #tegan-and-sara #tegan-quin #unreleased-song #love

Ahora que no te escribo cuando me voy. Ahora que estoy más vivo de lo que estoy. Ahora que nada es urgente, que todo es presente, que hay pan para hoy. Ahora que no te pido lo que me das. Ahora que no me mido con los demás. Ahora que, todos los cuentos, parecen el cuento de nunca empezar. ↗

— Joaquín Sabina

#cancion #love #poem #poesia #realidad

You own me with whispers like poetry. Your mouth is a melody I memorize. ↗

— The Civil Wars

#lyrics #poetry #song #the-civil-wars #the-tip-of-my-tongue

Of course Tucker Crowe was in pain when he made [the record], but he couldn't just march into a recording studio and start howling. He'd have sounded mad and pathetic. He had to calm the rage, tame it and shape it so that it could be contained in the tight-fitting songs. Then he had to dress it up so that it sounded more like itself. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#creativity #music #songwriting #art

There are no men like me. There's only me" - (Jaime Lannister) ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#a-song-of-ice-and-fire #men

The great error consists in supposing that poetry is an unnatural form of language. We should all like to speak poetry at the moment when we truly live, and if we do not speak it, it is because we have an impediment in our speech. It is not song that is the narrow or artificial thing, it is conversation that is a broken and stammering attempt at song. When we see men in a spiritual extravaganza, like Cyrano de Bergerac, speaking in rhyme, it is not our language disguised or distorted, but our language rounded and made whole. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#prose #song #speech #men

We never thought we were writing for posterity, because at the time everyone assumed that all the great standards had already been written by Irving Berlin, Cole Porter, Rodgers and Hammerstein... The songs we were writing were supposed to be temporary things, of the period, like comic books. ↗

— Mike Stoller

#assumed #because #been #berlin #books

A successful song comes to sing itself inside the listener. It is cellular and seismic, a wave coalescing in the mind and in the flesh. There is a message outside and a message inside, and those messages are the same, like the pat and thud of two heartbeats, one within you, one surrounding. The message of the lullaby is that it’s okay to dim the eyes for a time, to lose sight of yourself as you sleep and as you grow: if you drift, it says, you’ll drift ashore: if you fall, you will fall into place. ↗

— Kevin Brockmeier

#music #sleep #song #music

He likes a day in the studio to end, he says, "when my knees are all skinned up and my pants are wet and my hair's off to one side and I feel like I've been in the foxhole all day. I don't think comfort is good for music. It's good to come out with skinned knuckles after wrestling with something you can't see. I like it when you come home at the end of the day from recording and someone says, "What happened to your hand?" And you don't even know. When you're in that place, you can dance on a broken ankle. ↗

— Tom Waits

#songs #writing #music