Quotes by Singer-Songwriters

Now as through this world I ramble I see lots of funny men Some rob you with a six gun Some with a fountain pen.
Woody Guthrie
It's OK if you mess up. You should give yourself a break.
Billy Joel
It is a sobering thought that when Mozart was my age he had been dead for two years.
Tom Lehrer
You're only human you're supposed to make mistakes.
Billy Joel
Nothing to do but work Nothing to eat but food Nothing to wear but clothes To keep one from going nude.
Ben King
It is a sobering thought that when Mozart was my age he had been dead for two years.
Tom Lehrer
You're only human you're supposed to make mistakes.
Billy Joel
Nothing to do but work Nothing to eat but food Nothing to wear but clothes To keep one from going nude.
Ben King
I know that thete are people who do not love their fellow man and I hate people like that!
Tom Lehrer
There's a very fine line between a groove and a rut a fine line between eccentrics and people who are just plain nuts.
Christine Lavin
It's a sobering thought: When Mozart was my age he had been dead for two years.
Tom Lehrer
Look, this is helping me out quite a bit, but could you just get to the punishment part? We're at the end of World War Two in history, and I can't wait to find out who wins.
Rob Thomas
And they all have pretty children,And the children go to school,And the children go to summer camp,And then to the university,Where they are put in boxesAnd they come out all the same.
Malvina Reynolds
Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light.
Regina Spektor
It will make a weak man mighty. it will make a mighty man fall. It will fill your heart and hands or leave you with nothing at all. It's the eyes for the blind and legs for the lame. It is the love for hate and pride for shame. That's the power of the gospel.
Ben Harper
I also drink Scotch. But I'm not picky. I'll take the victory Scotch, or the Scotch of defeat. Or the rotgut swill.
Rob Thomas
I hereby arm myself for today with coffee and the willingness to be wrong.
Audrey Assad
Well, I'm stubborn and wrong, but at least I know it.
Vanessa Carlton
Autumn leaves under frozen soles,Hungry hands turning soft and old,My hero cried as we stood out their in the cold,Like these autumn leaves I don't have nothing to holdAutumn leaves how faded now,that smile that i've lost, well i've found some how,Because you still live on in my fathers eyes,These autumn leaves, oh these autumn leaves, oh these autumn leaves are yours tonight.
Paolo Nutini
Well, God knows you're barely standing but you've got to carry this heavy load.
Joe Brooks
I walked when I should have runI ran when I should have walkedAnd don't I know it, don't I know it
Jamie Woon
This is how it works: you're young until you're not. You love until you don't, you try until you can't, you laugh until you cry, you cry until you laugh. And everyone must breathe until their dying breath. This is how it works: you peer inside yourself, you take the things you like and try to love the things you don't. And then you take that love you make and stick it into someone else's heart pumping someone else's blood.
Regina Spektor
Cause I don't appreciatePeople whoDon't appreciate
Fiona Apple
she said, these dead petals, honey, brought me here
Tori Amos
Don't bother asking for explanation, she'll just tell you that she came, in the year of the cat.
Al Stewart
They've got organizations for people like me with stupid preoccupations.
Vic Chesnutt
I took off my glasses while you were yelling at me once more than once so as not to see you see me react. Should've put 'em, should've put 'em on againso I could see you see me sincerely yelling back.
Fiona Apple
The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. And last night's phrases sick with lack of basis are still writhing on my floor.
Fiona Apple
He said, first let's just unzip your religion down.
Tori Amos
Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got till it's gone.
Joni Mitchell
It's always times like these when I think of you and I wonder if you ever think of me.
Vanessa Carlton
I let the beast in too soon I don't know how to live without his hand on my throat. I fight him always and still. Oh, darling it's so sweet. You think you know how crazy, how crazy I am.
Fiona Apple
I am never forget the day I first meet the great Lobachevsky.In one word he told me secret of success in mathematics:Plagiarize!Plagiarize!Let no one else's work evade your eyes!Remember why the good Lord made your eyes!So don't shade your eyes,But plagiarize, plagiarize, plagiarize -Only be sure always to call it please 'resea
Tom Lehrer
You will never find peace with these fascistsYou'll never find friends such as weSo remember that valley of JaramaAnd the people that'll set that valley free.From this valley they say we are goingDo not hasten to bid us adieu Even though we lost the battle at JaramaWe'll set this valley before we're through.All this world is like this valley called JaramaSo green and so bright and so fairNo fascists can dwell in our valleyNor breathe in our new freedoms air.
Woody Guthrie
sleeping beauty/trips me with a frown
Tori Amos
The sea, the majestic sea, breaks everything, crushes everything, cleans everything, takes everything...from me
Corinne Bailey Rae
Till then I wasn't alive, I longed for you like the love sick moon pulls the tide
Corinne Bailey Rae
I'm the hero of this story, I don't need to be saved
Regina Spektor
I'm too wacky for most weirdos. Who am I to judge?
Tori Amos
And maybe she had certain beliefs that if you love somebody, [you're] gonna like them too. And that isn't necessarily true.
Tori Amos
Josephy visited several leading Manhattan bookstores and sadly discovered the explanation [from his agent] to be generally correct; books about Indians were shelved in the back of the stores alongside books about natural history, dinosaurs, plants, birds, and animals rather than being placed alongside biographies and histories of Americans, Europeans, Asians, Africans, and other great world cultures. Puzzled, Josephy began asking bookstore managers for a justification of this marketing tactic and was informed that Indian books had “just always been placed there.” The longer he pondered booksellers’ indifference toward Indians, the more annoyed Josephy became with the realization that bookstore marketing tactics were simply a reflection of the pervasive thinking throughout the United States in 1961: Americans believed Indians to be a vanished people. “Thinking about it made me angry,” Josephy wrote in his autobiography, “and I vowed that someday, some way, I would do something about this ignorant insult.
Bobby Bridger
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.
Roger Miller
When the Pawn Hits the Conflicts He Thinks Like a King What He Knows Throws the Blows When He Goes to the Fight and He'll Win the Whole Thing 'Fore He Enters the Ring There's No Body to Batter When Your Mind Is Your Might So When You Go Solo, You Hold Your Own Hand and Remember That Depth Is the Greatest of Heights and If You Know Where You Stand, Then You Know Where to Land and If You Fall It Won't Matter, Cuz You'll Know That You're Right
Fiona Apple
Now love's the only thing thats free. We must take it where it's found. Pretty soon it may be costly.
Tracy Chapman
Any fool can make something complicated. It takes a genius to make it simple.
Woody Guthrie
So before we end and then beginWe'll drink a toast to how it's beenA few more hours to be completeA few more nights on satin sheetsA few more times that I can sayI've loved these days
Billy Joel
The Devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for a soul to steal. He was in a bind, 'cos he was way behind; he was willing to make a deal.
Charlie Daniels
I'll get it if you need it,I'll search if you don't see it,You're thirsty, I'll be rain,You get hurt, I'll take your pain.I know you don't believe it,But I said it and I still mean it,When you heard what I told you,When you get worried I'll be your soldier.
Gavin DeGraw
Our metaphors for the operation of the brain are frequently drawn from the production line. We think of the brain as a glorified sausage machine, taking in information from the senses, processing it and regurgitating it in a different form, as thoughts or actions. The digital computer reinforces this idea because it is quite explicitly a machine that does to information what a sausage machine does to pork. Indeed, the brain was the original inspiration and metaphor for the development of the digital computer, and early computers were often described as 'giant brains'. Unfortunately, neuroscientists have sometimes turned this analogy on its head, and based their models of brain function on the workings of the digital computer (for example by assuming that memory is separate and distinct from processing, as it is in a computer). This makes the whole metaphor dangerously self-reinforcing.
Steve Grand
Some folks call her a runaway. A failure in the race. But she knows where her ticket takes her. She will find her place in the sun
Tracy Chapman
Be my God, so I can just be me.
Laura Story
When all that you've tried, leaves nothing but holes inside.
Joe Brooks
Political satire became obsolete when Henry Kissinger was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.
Tom Lehrer
I don’t think this kind of thing [satire] has an impact on the unconverted, frankly. It’s not even preaching to the converted; it’s titillating the converted. I think the people who say we need satire often mean, ‘We need satire of them, not of us.’ I’m fond of quoting Peter Cook, who talked about the satirical Berlin cabarets of the ’30s, which did so much to stop the rise of Hitler and prevent the Second World War.
Tom Lehrer
God has given you talents and opportunities. Seize them today -- not tomorrow.
Laura Story
Everybody sees me as this sullen and insecure little thing. Those are just the sides of me that I feel necessary to show because no one else seems to be showing them.
Fiona Apple
Deep within I'm shaken by the violence of existing for only you...
Sarah McLachlan
Night air has the strangest flavourSpace to breathe it - time to savourAll that night air has to lend meTil the morning makes me angryIn the night air, the night air.I've acquired a kind of madnessDaylight fills my heart with sadnessAnd only silent skies can soothe meFeel that night air flowing through me In the night air, the night air.I don't need those car-crash coloursI control the stars above usClose my eyes to make the night fallThe comfort of world revolvingI can hear the earth in orbitIn the night air, in the night air.I've acquired a taste for silencedarkness fills my heart with calmnessand each thought like a thief is drivento steal the night air from the heavensIn the night air, in the night air...
Jamie Woon
I fucking hate it, the idea that something like that would be trivialized down to a fucking hashtag. I mean, there's a ton of biphobia — people refuse to accept bisexuality as an actual sexuality. And I'm biracial, but also white-passing, which is a unique perspective. So these kids say, like, "Oh, fucking tri-bi Halsey! She'll never miss an opportunity to talk about it!" I want to sit them down like a mom and go, "Six months ago you were begging for an artist that would talk about this shit! But then I do, and you say, 'Oh, not her. Someone else.
Ashley Frangipane
Control is as much an effect as a cause, and the idea that control is something you exert is a real handicap to progress
Steve Grand