It didn't make much difference what time of night it was, whenever [my father would] come in drunk, he'd say, "Get up and sing me some songs. " We didn't want to sing but we sang.
People like my voice and say I can sing, but I don't like microphones in front of my face: it distracts me.
All through my young life I wanted to sing, although nobody in my family knew it.
I've always just wanted to sing in a rock band.
If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung.
I write as the birds sing, because I must, and usually from the same source of inspiration.
Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams.
They really can't imagine what my voice is like. Every time I sing a song, they are very surprised.
Given that I can't sing like Freddie Mercury, obviously I'm not going to pursue it as a career. What would be the point?
In America, the colors sing, they don't just glower at you. The West Coast especially is fantastic. It seems like you can do whatever you want here.
I can sing, but my voice is untrained. Id like to do a musical someday.
I would sing the blues if I had the blues.
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again.
I would do a musical, but I can't sing.
I want John Legend to sing at my wedding.
Half the battle is selling music, not singing it. It's the image, not what you sing.
Edinburgh is an experience A city of enormous gifts Whose streets sing of history Whose cobbles tell tales.
Sing, that's the most powerful weapon you have.
it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart, as mine in time not far away; if on another's face your sweet hair lay in such a silence as i know,or such great writhing words as, uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before the spirit at bay; if this should be, i say if this should be- you of my heart, send me a little word; that i may go unto him, and take his hands, saying, Accept all happiness from me. Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands.
When we all sing with one voice, the world will stop and listen.