100 Quotes About Lyric

I am no king, and I am no lord, And I am no soldier at-arms, " said he." I'm none but a harper, and a very poor harper, That am come hither to wed with ye."" If you were a lord, you should be my lord, And the same if you were a thief, " said she." And if you are a harper, you shall be my harper, For it makes no matter to me, to me, For it makes no matter to me."" But what if it prove that I am no harper? That I lied for your love most monstrously?"" Why, then I'll teach you to play and sing, For I dearly love a good harp, " said she. Peter S. Beagle

I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. Lana Del Rey

Tried living in the real world instead of a shell, but I was bored before I even began. Morrissey

I once had a dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events some of those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind, because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is. Lana Del Rey

Life is a journey, not a destination; there are no mistakes, just chances we've taken. India.Arie

I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does. Morrissey

But I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head, like a face that I hold inside, face that awakes when I close my eyes, face that watches everytime I lie, face that laughs everytime I fall. (It watches EVERYTHING) ... But the face inside is hearing me, right beneath my skin. Linkin Park

From time to time I once wondered how one wanders from time to time And think up the paradox line Speak of Epoch's crime Oh I lied, it hasn't happened yet But bet you better believe it's such a habit that I just said that in a past mindset Criss Jami

A steampunk nation Baby pollution rises up then the loving comes arraigning 'causeOur art's official and only partially artificial And our heart's in the middle of sharp hardened shards of metal but There's not where it settles Because it's beating to the steaming of God's hottest pot or kettle And now we face it, this creation we made to To save our craving for a synthetic rebelnation it's Our safeway they make into a pathetic revelation In our steampunk nation Our steampunk nation . Criss Jami

Music is the secret language that effortlessly connects our bodies, our minds, and our souls. I’m addicted to the lyrics– they speak to me in a way only he and I will understand. So, until it’s safe to speak my mind, I’ll speak to him through lyrics. I’m addicted to him. He’s a song I never want to end. Hope Alcocer

In starlit nights I saw you, So cruelly you kissed me. Your lips a magic world, Your sky all hung with jewels. The killing moon Will come too soon. Unknown

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

Your life is a movie. You are the main character. You say your scripts and act to your lines. Of course you do your lines in each scene. There is a hidden camera and a director who you can ask for help anytime up above. Diana Rose Morcilla

Maybe you'll change Abandon all your wicked ways Make amends and start anew again Maybe you'll see All the wrongs you did to me And start all over, start all over again. Who am i kidding? Now, lets not get overzealous here Youre always been a huge piece of shit If i could kill you i would But it's frowned upon in all fifty states Having said that, burn in Hell. Set It Off

You ask me why I don't speak Not a word at will But write so much worth well over a mill' Well I value words like I value kisses A sober one, a closer one penetrates the heart Darling it's how it mends it Criss Jami

Our CrossOur little circle hides in the mind, It's difficult to miss but hard to find, It goes unspoken but yet it speaks, From backward years to forward weeks, We can't forget but why even try, Two of a kind doesn't know goodbye, It's a silent question that God won't share, A breeze we feel but seems unfair, Distant, rare but only madness can see, It's something deeper than any infinity, Because we walk this parallel path up and down, There is no circle to hold us circus clowns, So let's give it a symbol and label it a loss, We will remember it always as we carry our cross. Shannon L. Alder

I could crawl inside the lyrics and know each note intimately. They would claw at my soul, until I could no longer fight the emotions that took me to a place I couldn't experience. But, it was the possibility that made every verse a heart filled prediction and every beat a direction to follow. Shannon L. Alder

Pay to go inside Neruda's home A body lies there with no dome. But right there in the front hall Lean a fairy against the icy wall. Oh Endless enigmas had the bard! Nice and large and calm backyard Ends In the middle of a rare room Rare portrait of revelishing gloom. Up climbing at the weird snail stair Does make you grasp for some air. And there's a room with bric-a-brac: Old and precious books all in a pack. Dare saying what I liked most of all? Enjoyed seeing visitors having a ball! . Ana Claudia Antunes

Millions cheer the warriorspilling blood across the ringwhile the one who stands for peaceis ridiculed and shamed. Must hearts forever sufferfrom ignorance and greed? Can bombs heal our soulsor set our spirits free? Aberjhani

With the rumble of the waterfall in the distance, I slipped into sleep and dreamed of a red-haired girl holding a posy of white flowers. The words of Mr. Noyes's poem crept from the pages of my picture book and tiptoed into my mind. "Then you blow your magic vial, / Shape it like a crescent moon, / Set it up and make your trial, / Singing, 'Fairies, ah, come soon! Hazel Gaynor

Besides this I place another equally obvious confirmation of my view that opera is based on the same principles as our Alexandrian culture. Opera is the birth of the theoretical man, the critical layman, not of the artist: one of the most surprising facts in the history of all the arts. It was the demand of throughly unmusical hearers that before everything else the words must be understood, so that according to them a rebirth of music is to be expected only when some mode of singing has been discovered in which textword lords it over counterpoint like master over servant: For the words, it is argued, are as much nobler than the accompanying harmonic system as the soul is nobler than the body. Friedrich Nietzsche

It starts off like climbing a tree or solving a puzzle - poetry, if nothing else, is just fun to write. But deeper into each and every piece, you no longer hesitate to call it work. It's passion. A poet's sense of lyrical accomplishment is then his food and water, his means of survival. Criss Jami

I'm a peasant I'm the muzhik A pest you're destined to play the music And yes it's pleasant to say it's beauty I'mIndebted to rest respecting it truly Criss Jami

I really don't like art with a message, unless the message is crystal clear. If you have a message that really needs to be said, just fuckin' say it! Don't hide it in indecipherable lyrics.. a sculpture, it's a play, the subtext.. just fuckin' say it, 'cause the people who need to hear messages are dumb as shit--the masses of humanity are dumb as shit, and you're really just pandering to your friends. Say what the fuck you mean, just say it! Title the song 'eat more leafy greens'. 'Give a hoot, don't pollute' is as much message and art combined, 'cause I get that, it's a poem but I'm pretty sure you're saying 'don't pollute'. But if you have something.. 'ooh, I have the cure for cancer..and I've hidden it in this Rubix cube! ! ' -- just fuckin' say it! - Before Turning the Gun on Himself [2012] . Doug Stanhope

You write your best lyrics when you most vulnerable D WordSmith

The extent of creativity to which I admire in an individual is his ability to be richly creative while still, in a way, telling the truth. It is the fool who creates only his own lies, and the bore who simply repeats what he is told. Criss Jami

From attraction and affection Cover of perfection Failure beyond texture to a painful lesson Everything that was from the start wasn't from the heart Criss Jami

Stretched and skewed Tap of the 8-ball and the cue Scratches fall through They are the scars of you Criss Jami

You really fucked me up this time for good, even though you didn't mean to Real Friends

We throw stones though we live in glass houses, We talk shit like its a cross to bare. You're only relevant 'til you get older. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer Alex Gaskarth

How can anybody say they know how I feel? The only one around here who is me, is ME. Morrissey

Wish You Were Here So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade Your heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here. Roger Waters

Oh, I can't help quoting you, because everything that you said rings true. Morrissey

I'd love to...but only with you. Morrissey

Don't care what people say Just follow your own way Don't give up and use the chance To return to innocence. That's not the beginning of the end That's the return to yourself The return to innocence. Enigma

The heart has a heart of its own. Morrissey

I am hated for loving. I am haunted for wanting. Morrissey

Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me? Morrissey

The more you ignore me, the closer I get; you're wasting your time. Morrissey

I was wasting my life, always thinking about myself. Morrissey

I see the world, it makes me puke, But then I look at you and know, that somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me. Morrissey

My love, wherever you are - whatever you are - don't lose faith. I know it's gonna happen someday to you. Morrissey

It's so shameful of me: I like you. Morrissey

I'm tired again, I've tried again, and now my heart is full. And I just can't explain...so I won't even try to. Morrissey

And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth? Morrissey

Close your eyes, and think of someone you physically admire, and let me kiss you. Morrissey

I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out - Thank you, drop dead! Morrissey

You don't like me, but you love me; either way, you're wrong. Morrissey

Work It Harder Make It BetterDo It Faster, Makes Us stronger More Than Ever Hour AfterOur Work Is Never Over-Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger, lyrics and music by Daft Punk Daft Punk

I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. Morrissey

Because you wear a uniform, a smelly uniform...and so you think you can be rude to me. Morrissey

Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you. Morrissey

You made me feel less alone;you made me feel not quite sodeformed, uninformed and hunchbacked. Morrissey

These tears I'm wailing, I spill not without reason. Remove them, my dearest love. Take me to the place I've been dreaming of, where the grotesquely lonely meet the grotesquely lonelyand they whisper, just very softly, Please be mine, Dearest Love. Morrissey