Songs Quotes
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I think people always have - not just journalists who help their careers, I think all people struggle with this idea that a female pop artist can write all her songs. Even I do it sometimes, you see a really good female pop artist and you're like, 'I wonder if she writes her songs.' That's never really my first initial reaction to a male popstar.
Ellie Rowsell
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I am a big fan of Dos Passos' stylistic ability, his poetic approach to prose, but the ideas presented in the songs are quite different from those which he exemplified.
Neil Peart
Rush
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I just like to entertain myself by sitting down and writing songs.
Richard Thompson
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I'm a frustrated drummer. That's why our songs tended to be drum-heavy. But our harmonies were complex, too. You'll never hear 'Rag Doll' in a Holiday Inn lounge because it's just too hard to sing.
Bob Gaudio
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I realized you can be the dopest producer technically, but if the songs don't give you emotion, it doesn't matter.
Amber Giles
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I had a guitar sitting around, and it just happened to have four strings on it, and I would sit around watching TV and playing it. I ended up writing bunches of songs around four strings.
Bill Orcutt
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People looked to Kurt Cobain because his songs captured what they felt before they knew they felt it.
Anthony DeCurtis
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I don't actually like explaining the meanings of my songs, because I think people can take away more from it if they use their imagination.
Reeve Carney
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I recorded songs with a great deal of meaning, songs of lasting material. That's the legacy I want to leave behind - a legacy of love.
Engelbert Humperdinck
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I think some songs are better on vinyl. I would rather listen to it in a club! 80% of this album; put it on in a club and just rage! Play it super loud!
Brendon Urie
Panic! at the Disco
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I think my best songs come from me sitting at a piano, bashing my head against a brick wall for hours and hours on end to get one good melody.
Lewis Capaldi
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Sitting in the flickering light of the candles on this kerchief of sand, on this village square, we waited in the night. We were waiting for the rescuing dawn - or for the Moors. Something, I know not what, lent this night a savor of Christmas. We told stories, we joked, we sang songs. In the air there was that slight fever that reigns over a gaily prepared feast. And yet we were infinitely poor. Wind, sand, and stars. The austerity of Trappists. But on this badly lighted cloth, a handful of men who possessed nothing in the world but their memories were sharing invisible riches.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery