How come the term 'threesome' is always used in a sexual context? What, nobody plays string instruments any more?
In public worship all should join. The little strings go to make up a concert, as well as the great.
Sam [Phillips] wanted I Walk The Line up - you know, up-tempo. And I put paper in the strings of my guitar to get that (vocalizing) sound, and with the bass and the lead guitar, there it was. Bare and stark, that song was when it was released. And I heard it on the radio and I really didn't like it, and I called Sam Phillips and asked him please not to send out any more records of that song.
There's good chances and bad chances, and nobody's luck is pulled only by one string.
Most men, no matter how well or badly dressed, carry overstuffed, beat up wallets that should have been replaced years ago. Why is that? Every time I see a guy take out a wallet anywhere, it looks like a piece of old melted chocolate cake-with strings.
All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.
I was a runner, a failed quarterback, third-string quarterback, but in track I was a 2-miler.
I want to be a tuneswept fiddle string that feels the master melody, and snaps.
My wife holds the kite strings that let me go 'weeeeeee', then she reels me back in.
We're all puppets, Laurie. I'm just a puppet who can see the strings.
The very gnarliest and hardest of hearts has some musical strings in it; but they are tuned differently in every one of us.
Big business, elite media and major donors are throwing money at Hillary Clinton because they have total control over every single thing she does. She is their puppet and they pull the strings.
I'm the evil mastermind behind the scenes. I'm the wicked puppeteer who pulls the strings and makes you dance. I'm your writer.
Generosity with strings is not generosity: it is a deal.
Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, with strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.
Words form the thread on which we string our experiences.
The first 12-string guitar I bought was probably around 1957.
The heart is like a musical instrument of many strings, all the chords of which require putting in harmony.
One's whole being vibrates like strings brushed by an invisible wind.
Man becomes virtually an automaton in the loss of his individuality and responsibility. He is the harp of a thousand strings played upon by a divine hand, but not a man!