You should never be too much involved. . . otherwise, you suffer and you can't sing. This is what happened in the very first years I sang Madame Butterfly.
Their minds sang with the ecstatic knowledge that either what they were doing was completely and utterly and totally impossible or that physics had a lot of catching up to do.
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.
If only the best birds sang, the forest would be silent.
I started as a musician, then I was a singer. I sang with the band. Then I was an actor in the theater, TV, films. But I guess I am a song and dance man. It's at the heart of everything I do.
on him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.
As a child, I had lived many years in Southampton and sang in the choir of the Dune Church.
You liked me. " I smiled. "You were smitten with me. You were speechless to behold my beauty. You had never met anyone so fascinating. You thought of me every waking minute. You dreamed about me. You couldn't stand it. You couldn't let such wonderfulness out of your sight. You had to follow me. " I turned to Cinnamon. He licked my nose. "Don't give yourself so much credit. It was your rat I was after. " She laughed, and the desert sang.
I sang in church at 5. When I saw the reaction, I knew what I wanted to do with my life.
God made me a singer, and I just sang.
This I know. . . That often when I sang, and drummed, and danced, I found my eternity.
The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all the joy of life, And we in the mad spring weather, We two have listened till he sang Our hearts and lips together.
I started singing with the Amboy Dukes in '87. I sang 'Oh Baby Please Don't Go,' the old Van Morrison song by Joey Smith. I started singing more from then on.
She laughed, and the desert sang.
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.
There was a very cautious man Who never laughed or played He never risked, he never tried, He never sang or prayed. And when he on day passed away, His insurance was denied, For since he never really lived, They claimed he never really died. (Anonymous poem)
I sacrifice in my love life and my social life, but those things will be there in three or four years. This is a really important time in my life. I can't just be the girl who sang 'I Kissed a Girl. ' I have to leave a legacy.
My lady makes me do it. I sang Whitney Houston's "Bodyguard".
I sang and wrote songs when I was 12 years old.
The Guide sang: The new age, the new art, the new ethic and thought, And fools crying, Because it has begun It will continue as it has begun! The wheel runs fast, therefore the wheel will run Faster for ever, The old age is done, We have new lights and see without the sun. (Though they lay flat the mountains and dry up the sea, Wilt thou yet change, as though God were a god?