#songs

If you write 50 songs, you're bound to write at least a dozen good ones. ↗

— Dean Ween

#dozen #good #good ones #least #ones

I wrote most of these songs right before the end. A lot of these songs are about that. Even if it's not direct, you can feel the beginning of the end of the breakup in these songs. ↗

— Gene Ween

#before #beginning #breakup #direct #end

When I first started to get into writing, it was via music. I'd generate ideas for songs that would turn into stories, then they'd turn into novels. I was biased toward music. ↗

— Irvine Welsh

#first #generate #get #i #ideas

A lot of rap songs don't usually have a lot of melody per se. ↗

— Al Yankovic

#melody #per #rap #songs #usually

I always wrote poetry and stuff like that, so putting songs together wasn't that spectacular. ↗

— Amy Winehouse

#i #i always #like #poetry #putting

Yeah, I might remaster it, in fact I'm sure I would. But all the songs will be the same. ↗

— John Wozniak

#i #in fact #might #same #songs

Their dad said, “Heaven is beautiful like your mother was beautiful, but like it beauty is fleeting and once beheld for years, for decades, gold that seemed precious and unique no longer holds the significance it once held to the one who has possessed it and been possessed by it. And heaven resides in God’s breast, not the true god, for there is no true god, only many faces and many incarnations of want, of structure, of meaning. And his heart-tent is vast drawing to it those who swear allegiance to beauty and partial truth. Partial,” their father said, stroking Maggie’s arm, “because truth is independent of religion or creed or upbringing. It is a matter of the heart, separate from fact, without the limitations of doctrine. And what would heaven feel like? More of the same corrupt single-mindedness of a deity who abhors independence, who truly and fiercely fights the accumulation of knowledge in its worshipers. So the weak run to it, the road-weary, the undecided. Because God makes things easy, they do not have to make choices for themselves, they do not have to study the greater mysteries that echo like a clarion call in their souls and resonate in their hearts, seeds planted in the dark soil of their youth that are burned to chaff in the commonplace, never tilled or watered, hopeless due to acquiescence. ↗

— Lee Thompson

#beauty

A statue stands in a shaded place An angel girl with an upturned face A name is written on a polished rock A broken heart that the world forgot ↗

— Martina McBride

#death #songs #death

Songs remain. They last. The right song can turn an emperor into a laughing-stock, can bring down dynasties. A song can last long after the events and the people in it are dust and dreams are gone. That's the power of songs. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#songs #dreams

I left the bed as she had left it, unmade and rumpled, coverlets awry, so that her body's print might rest still warm beside my own. Until the next day I did not go to bathe, I wore no clothes and did not dress my hair, for fear I might erase some sweet caress. That morning I did not eat, nor yet at dusk, and put no rouge nor powder on my lips, so that her kiss might cling a little longer. I left the shutters closed, and did not open the door, for fear the memory of the night before might vanish with the wind. ↗

— Pierre Louÿs

#lesbian #lesbians #lgbt #love #lovers