#song

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls, But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#death #song #stars #death

I won't give up on us ↗

— Jason Mraz

#give #i #jason #love #mraz

Incluso en estos tiempos en los que soy feliz de otra manera, todos los días tienen ese instante en que me jugaría la primavera por tenerte delante. ↗

— Joaquín Sabina

#melancholy #songs-lyrics #love

You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living breathing screaming invitation to believe better things. ↗

— Jamie Tworkowski

#airplanes #believe #better #coffee #love

If I found a cure for a huge disease, while I was hobbling up onstage to accept the Nobel Prize they'd be playing the theme song from 'Three's Company'. ↗

— John Ritter

#company #cure #disease #found #huge

Our love is like a song but you won't sing along. ↗

— Demi Lovato

#song-lyrics #love

She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#game-of-thrones #kiss #love #song-of-fire-and-ice #storm-of-swords

Musicians add to songs and they evolve: For as was true of human effort, there was never advancement. Everything added meant something lost, and about as often as not the thing lost was preferable to the thing gained, so that over time we'd be lucky if we just broke even. Any thought otherwise was empty pride. p. 380 ↗

— Charles Frazier

#music #songs #life

Candle In the Wind Author: Bernie Tauplin Goodbye Norma Jeane. Though I never knew you at all. You had the grace to hold yourself While those around you crawled. And they crawled out of the woodwork, And they whispered into your brain, They set you on the treadmill And they made you change your name. And it seems to me you lived your life Like a candle in the wind, Never knowing who to cling to When the rain set in. And I would have liked to have known you But I was just a kid, Your candle burned out long before Your legend ever did. Loneliness was tough. The toughest role you ever played. Hollywood created a superstar And pain was the price you paid. Even when you died The press still hounded you- All the paper had to say Was that Marilyn was found in the nude. Goodbye Norma Jeane. Though I never knew you at all. You had the grace to hold yourself While those around you crawled. Goodbye Norma Jeane. From the young man in the 22nd row Who sees you as something more than sexual, More than just our Marilyn Monroe. ↗

— Elton John

#elton-john #lyrics-in-a-song #marilyn-monroe #norma-jeane #poetry

That's really what was wonderful for me growing up, since I got to know so many of the songwriters who liked me and thought I had talent. They would then tell me how to read a lyric and sing a song, and challenge me to try and find a different end to a song. ↗

— Margaret Whiting

#different #end #find #got #growing