This Lullaby is only a few words, a simple run of chords, quiet here in this spare room, but you can hear it, hear it, wherever you may go, even if I let you down, this lullaby plays on.
When the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby, it helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky.
Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?
Your lullaby would waken a drunken goblin!
I make up new lyrics to well-known lullabies. Mostly because I don't actually know a lot of the lyrics.
A lullaby should be timeless because it's a timeless concept - the birth of the child.
The lullaby is the spell whereby the mother attempts to transform herself back from an ogre to a saint.
He’s speaking in the tone of voice that everyone uses when they’re about to break you apart. Gentle—kind, even—like they can make the news sound better just by speaking in a lullaby voice.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Full many wanton babes have I, Which must be stilled with lullaby.
I can't go to sleep unless I've watched at least two episodes of American Dad on Hulu or iTunes. It just feels familiar. It's like a lullaby.
I feel like music does have a role to play in waking people up; it can be an alarm clock or it can be a lullaby.
In the spring rain, the pond and the river become one. Into every life some rain must fall. Usually when your car windows are down. It raineth on the Just and the Unjust Alike, But the Unjust stealeth the Just's umbrella Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
By the light," he said, when he had mastered himself. "I think that beats singing a lullaby to a stormdog for simplicity and economy, Maerad. But I wish I had known that you simply had to blow at Hulls to get rid of them. It would have saved me a few scars.
Much male fear of feminism is the fear that, in becoming whole human beings, women will cease to mother men, to provide the breast, the lullaby, the continuous attention associated by the infant with the mother. Much male fear of feminism is infantilism–the longing to remain the mother’s son, to possess a woman who exists purely for him.
Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on.
When I was working on the lyrics, I thought of all the lullabies we learn as children: "Away in the Manger," William Blake's lullabies. I realized that the key to lullabies is simplicity.
I always tell people, it took me 10 minutes and 35 years in the business. I get tired of playing it ["Lullaby of Birdland"], but not of collecting the royalties.
Ragtime was my lullaby.
