I like Katy Perry. I mean, what is there not to like?! She's crazy, she's fun and she has some crazy pipes on her. She can sing.
I guess cause i'm black boy, I'm supposed to say 'peace', sing songs, and get capped on.
How can you sing of amazing grace and all God's wonders without using your hands?
When I was a little kid I thought I would grow up to be black and sing jazz in nightclubs.
Lyrics are what I tend to tear hair out over and they're where I tend to feel weak musically, if I'm being very honest. It is not something I feel like I know anything about; I would not consider myself a writer. I just want to sing, I just want to sing a melody, I just want to feel a melody, and be part of the song, and everything else is not so important.
I sing a bit and play guitar.
I love to sing. It's the easiest thing for me to do.
Our Feast gatherings, which has spread all over the world, is attended by young people - and they love to sing worship songs.
I know that I can sing. That's the reason I started playing music when I was twelve years old.
Even with insects - some can sing, some can't.
Most of the songs I sing have that blues feeling in it. They have that sorry feeling. And I don't know what I'm sorry about. I don't.
If I can talk, I can sing.
I'm very soulful. I grew up singing in church. When I sing a song, I like to feel what I'm singing.
I'm good at melody - I'll write the top-line melody and ideal words I want to go with it. But I'm not that good at writing lyrics. I bounce those back and forth with songwriters or someone who can sing.
Worship is so much more than the songs I sing. Instead, worship is in the heart that lifts the song. If you think about it, worship began when I woke up this morning. My life purpose is to give God glory through everything I do. If my life does not worship Him, my songs don't either.
[My ideal] is being able to be outdoors, have a labor intensive life, and then have this other life, where I hop on a plane and go sing to people in Norway.
I'd rather sing a sad song than eat.
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Don't sing it, bring it.
Buy me a drink, sing me a song; take me as I come, cause I can't stay long.