#song

I think they would like the songs better if I left out the names, or changed the pronouns. ↗

— David Levithan

#gay #love #what-a-song-can-do #change

When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other. ↗

— Rob Sheffield

#music #remember #songs #death

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying, If I am dead, as dead I well may be, You'll come and find the place where I am lying, And kneel and say Ave there for me, And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me, And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be, For you will bend and tell me that you love me, And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me ↗

— Frederick Weatherly

#death #grief #lyrics #mourning #music

Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back. She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry, cry. Thats why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die ,die.. ↗

— Laurie Faria Stolarz

#death #magic #morbid #song #twisted

...the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword." "...a ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#justice #personal-responsibility #responsibility #song-of-ice-and-fire #death

Some of us hover when we weep for the other who was dying since the day they were born. ↗

— Lisa Loeb

#death #song #weep #death

Do you wrestle with dreams? Do you contend with shadows? Do you move in a kind of sleep? Time has slipped away. Your life is stolen. You tarried with trifles, Victim of your folly." Dirge for Jamis on the Funeral Plain, from 'Songs of Muad'Dib ↗

— Frank Herbert

#song #death

..bright eyes and subtle variations of blue... ↗

— Owl City

#owl-city #rainbow #song-lyrics #veins #dreams

And when all your faith is gone let it be me, if it's a friend you need let it be me ↗

— Ray Lamontagne

#friends #hope #love #relationships #song

Dechymic pwy yw. Creadt kyn dilyw. Creadur kadarn Heb gic heb ascwrn. Heb wytheu heb waet. Heb pen aheb traet. Ny bed hyn ny byd ieu. No get y dechreu. Ny daw oe odeu Yr ofyn nac agheu. Ny dioes eisseu Gan greaduryeu. Guess who it is. Created before the deluge. A creature strong, Without flesh, without bone, Without veins, without blood, Without head, and without feet. It will not be older, it will not be younger, Than it was in the beginning. There will not come from his design Fear or death. He has no wants From creatures. ↗

— Taliesin

#riddles #wind #death