Songs Quotes
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Contrary to popular belief, maybe, I'm a really friendly guy, I guess, and I really like meeting people. And I'm not really super impressed even if you're my hero; I can just rap with you and we can hang. I'm not gonna like sit there and bite my lip and ask questions about certain songs - okay I might do that once or twice. But it's just, like, two people hanging out.
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I just being able to write songs I'm proud of and finding some women to play with is exciting.
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Songs: What if for the next three hundred years, we sang about love and justice which has been defined by philosopher Cornel West as “what love looks like in public” as much as we’ve sung about sin and forgiveness over the last three hundred years? Imagine if every week God were praised and worshipped above all as the source and epitome of love.
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I can blame a lot of things for not writing songs, but cancer isn't one of them.
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It's the way I like to work for these kinds of songs like "Peace Trail". It was the right time of the month; everything was looking good.
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I remember writing ‘All I Want Is You' and hoping it would get me out of trouble. I haven't stopped writing songs or getting into trouble since.
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In my concerts, I'm always doing new songs, so someone seeing me for the first time or many times before will be pleasantly surprised and hopefully entertained.
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Bob Dylan - I will listen to any of his songs over and over.
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I'm a bit of a book worm, so a lot of the songs I write are inspired by books.
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I'm working on one of the projects at a time and I'm the zone of that project. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with this, and I might experiment with it in the future, but I'm not a fan of just random assemblages of songs at the moment.
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It's amazing what some people read into songs.
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But actually just yesterday we raised the key of one of my songs two steps up, so my voice is obviously responding. It's a muscle, and the more you use it, the more you use it right, the more you should get out of it. So yes, I sing.
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It's become uncool to play other people's songs, and that's absurd. It has got to change. It's the reason why everything's so mediocre.
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I've always said I write albums; I don't write random songs and then sort them out.
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Obviously songs and musicians mean a lot to people.
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People assume that a lot of pop artists don't write their songs. That, for me, is super frustrating because I think it detracts from some of the art and some of the craft of what we do. I'm at the helm of it, and I think that is what people don't see.
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There are more songs living inside her than there are leaves on her tree.
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Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturned love; But now I think there is no unreturned love—the pay is certain, one way or another; (I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not returned; Yet out of that, I have written these songs.)
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When I choose material for an album all these songs I grew up with pour into my head.
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The earlier stuff is more like "this is happening to me," but now there are more songs that are accusatory or something, or more declaratory. I don't know where that voice comes from, like, "I've been down the road, we've been there and done that." That's sort of like a tougher style, or a less vulnerable style.
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I know a tree feels it when the wind blows through it. It probably goes, 'Chhhhhh, this is wonderful.' And that's how I feel when I'm singing some songs. It's wonderful.
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Desperate times make for desperate songs.
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It's scary when you get to a point where you write these songs that people like, and then you think, "Am I ever going to be able to write something better than that?"
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A collection of bad love songs, tattered from overuse, has to touch us like a cemetery or a village. So what if the houses have no style, if the graves are vanishing under tasteless ornaments and inscriptions? Before an imagination sympathetic and respectful enough to conceal momentarily its aesthetic disdain, that dust may release a flock of souls, their beaks holding the still verdant dreams that gave them an inkling of the next world and let them rejoice or weep in this world.
