#song

Music rhythms are mathematical patterns. When you hear a song and your body starts moving with it, your body is doing math. The kids in their parents' garage practicing to be a band may not realize it, but they're also practicing math. ↗

— Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

#band #body #doing #garage #hear

A songwriter writes songs all the time, whereas just writing a song can be done by anyone, anytime. ↗

— Bryan Adams

#anytime #done #just #song #songs

Social media is a giant distraction to the ultimate aim, which is honing your craft as a songwriter. There are people who are exceptional at it, however, and if you can do both things, then that's fantastic, but if you are a writer, the time is better spent on a clever lyric than a clever tweet. ↗

— Bryan Adams

#better #both #clever #craft #distraction

I watch everybody every night, from sitting down to being on their feet at the end, and I feel a sense of reinvention, of caring, presenting these songs in their purest form. ↗

— Bryan Adams

#caring #down #end #every #every night

I wouldn't be able to write a song like 'Someone Like You' and get someone else to sing it because it's so personal. It's like giving away your heart. ↗

— Adele

#away #because #else #get #giving

For me it always comes down to what is a good song and I'm very old fashioned in the way that I like to make songs that have something classic about them whether you can play them with an orchestra or an electro synthesizer or an acoustic guitar. ↗

— Marc Almond

#acoustic #acoustic guitar #always #classic #comes

Song for the Puberty Rite of a Girl Named Cowaka: A poor man takes the songs in his hand And drops them near the place where the sun sets. See, Cowaka, run to them and take them in your hand, And place them under the sunset. ↗

— Frances Densmore

#old-songs #path #music

I knew it was Peter playing. I fancied he was trying to tell me something - an absurd idea, but it persisted - 'I may not be able to spell, but just you listen to this. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#embarrassment #jane-austen #jennifer-paynter #love #mary-bennet

You can go a hundred miles a second Don't have to drive no lousy cab Got everything you want and more man And the King picks up the tab You walk around on streets of gold all day And you never have to listen To what these customers say and I know... ↗

— Marc Cohn

#music #savin-the-best-for-last #song-lyrics #music

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