I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
But Ship Who Sang remains my favorite story. I really rocked folks with that and still cannot read it aloud myself without weeping at the end
Yes. I killed him. And buried her in flowers," I say. "And I sang her to sleep.
I painted. I wanted to be a painter. I sang.
We all sang the songs of peace
All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard.
My first instrument was the piano; I played in the church, and before that I sang in church. I didnt learn the guitar until I was 24 years old.
I've always been the annoying kid who sang.
It was really fun. Well, Bobby was just basically a folk singer. He didn't play with any bands or anything, like all the rest of us. Just played his guitar and sang his songs.
As Carl Jung put it, "In each of us there is another whom we do not know. " As Pink Floyd sang, "There's someone in my head, but it's not me. "
A bird in the boughs sang "June," And "June" hummed a bee In a Bacchic glee As he tumbled over and over Drunk with the honey-dew.
People make their life really hard. It was as simple as this: My parents went to church. My grandfather was a bishop. My mom sang in the choir, my dad played the keyboard, and my uncle played the drums. I was into playing the drums, so I played the drums a lot for my uncle, and it got to the point where I was pretty nice at playing the drums. And he let me play every Sunday so, to me, going to church was fun.
When I was small I didn't really know what i was doing. I just sang and it came out sounding pretty good. I just do it and it happens.
The Beatles weren't like any other band. Everybody in the band sang, which is why you knew everybody in the band.
[Cole Porter] sang like a hinge.
One day, I remember it was in television. I was a fan of the Rolling Stones. One of the members, the guitarist, had died from an overdose of drugs. I cried tears – my model had died. After this, an exciting new group, the Radha Krishna Temple, came on and sang the Hare Krishna mantra. I immediately felt deep solace.
Once in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood, Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang; And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang, And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed, And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed In that magical wood in the land of sleep.