Ballads Quotes
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If you are the lantern, I am the flame; If you are the lake, then I am the rain; If you are the desert, I am the sea; If you are the blossom, I am the bee; If you are the fruit, then I am the core; If you are the rock, then I am the ore; If you are the ballad, I am the word; If you are the sheath, then I am the sword.
Cecilia Dart-Thornton
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When power ballads come back, we'll get big hair again.
Jerry Fulton Cantrell Jr.
Alice in Chains
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I love theatrics and have a huge imagination: Why would I want to sit onstage and sing a bunch of ballads back-to-back?
Christina Aguilera
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I also plan to release a ballads collection.
Vincent John Cusano
Kiss
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One thing all the way through the show to me is boring. I don't care how great the artist is. I find that if my audience is very young, and they want to hear very young songs, my show will be dominated by that. But there'll be some ballads here and there and some swing tunes.
George Benson
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I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I had rather heare a Brazen Candlestick turn'd, Or a dry Wheele grate on the Axle-tree, And that would set my teeth nothing an edge, Nothing so much, as mincing Poetrie.
William Shakespeare
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I've sung since I talked, when I'm two, but what I sang was ballads, because it's very hard to do a dance track with your little acoustic guitar when you're a kid.
Gloria Estefan
Miami Sound Machine
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A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy.
William Wordsworth
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Most of my records are very dense, composition-heavy, and there's bits of different kinds of music like an acoustic ballad, instrumental trio pieces, and vocal tracks.
Steven Siro Vai
Alcatrazz
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I think ballads transcend better into my work when I remix something.
Cedric Gervais
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Maybe you could put it out there that I don't have a built-in dislike of ballads. That was kind of the reputation I had back in the Seventies. But I've come around. Ballads have become something of an acquired taste.
Joe Perry
Aerosmith
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Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings.
Alfred Lord Tennyson