#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

We don't mind being ripped apart, but don't rip the songs apart. They're like our kids. ↗

— Maurice Gibb

#being #kids #like #mind #our

She laid her heart and soul right in your hands And you stole her every dream and crushed her plans She never even knew she had a choice And that's what happens when the only voice she hears is telling her she can't You stupid boy ↗

— Keith Urban

#song-lyrics #dreams

Many have died; you also will die. The drum of death is being beaten. The world has fallen in love with a dream. Only sayings of the wise will remain. ↗

— Kabir

#impermanence #old-songs #sword-sentiments #wisdom #zen

Hair is gray and the firers are burning. So many dreams on the shelf. You say I wanted you to be proud of me. I always wanted that myself. ↗

— Tori Amos

#music #pop #pride #songs #tori

You dance love, and you dance joy, and you dance dreams. And I know if I can make you smile by jumping over a couple of couches or running through a rainstorm, then I'll be very glad to be a song and dance man. ↗

— Gene Kelly

#dreams #joy #love #smile #song

Someday I'll get over you. I'll live to see it all through. But I'll always miss dreaming my dreams with you. ↗

— Alison Krauss

#dreams

Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#dance-with-dragons #epic-fantasy #fantasy #high-fantasy #melisandre

If I die tomorrow, I'll be alright because I believe that after we're gone, spirit carries on... ↗

— Dream Theater

#song #dreams

Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn: It listens, listens. Taller trees beyond Listen. The moon at the unruffled pond Stares. And you sing, you sing. That star-enchanted song falls through the air From lawn to lawn down terraces of sound, Darts in white arrows on the shadowed ground; And all the night you sing. My dreams are flowers to which you are a bee As all night long I listen, and my brain Receives your song, then loses it again In moonlight on the lawn. Now is your voice a marble high and white, Then like a mist on fields of paradise, Now is a raging fire, then is like ice, Then breaks, and it is dawn. ↗

— Harold Monro

#nightingales #song #dreams