I swear to God, if you saw me when I am by myself in the woods, I’m a lunatic. I sing, I dance.
Playing and singing at the same time is pretty cool, but sometimes it’s difficult to know when you can just really let go a bit because you’ve got to get back to bloody microphone and sing some stuff.
My grandma said – when I was really young and I’d sing along to the radio – why do you sing in an American accent? I guess it was because a lot of the music I was listening to had American vocalists.
I’m just going to sing my music; I’m going to write my songs, and I think that people get to know me in that sense.
I sing and play guitar and harmonica. I’ve been doing it for a long time.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
My friends have said, ‘Wait, you’re pretty, and you sing? What do you mean you’re interested in science?’ I have to just hold my head and go, ‘Do you hear yourself?’ By no means should you ever limit yourself because of what others think or because of their perceptions of what someone looks like in a certain field.
I sing ‘Beirut’ for what the city is for me, but I am also singing as an exile.
But what I like to sing mostly is blues and cabaret style.
People wonder if there is a relationship between my lack of sight and the way I sing. But there’s no connection.
I’m playing with Bonnie Raitt. I don’t have to sing it. I just have to play it. That’s cool.
Them pains, when blues pains grab you, you’ll sing the blues right.
I sing what I sing. And that’s recitals and orchestra concerts. To appease – no, that’s not the right word – let’s say to satisfy – any opera urgings that my public has, I’ll put in an aria.
I still get a chill when I sing, ‘You Don’t Own Me.’ I find some new feeling in it every time.
In no instance is there to be a musical or opera of Inherit the Wind because it doesn’t sing. It’s an intellectual play.
It’s fun to sing sad songs. And it’s fun to listen to sad songs. Enjoyable. Satisfying. Something.
They were so good that you just had to sing the song to them once and they got it. It’s amazing. Sometimes it didn’t come out the way you wanted, but it was good.
But nowadays hymns are the norm, because people don’t have much else to sing.
Yes sir, I am a tortured man for all seasons, as they say, and I have powerful friends in high places. Birds sing where I walk, and children smile when they see me coming.
A good song has to have a great melody, and the lyrics have to touch my heart. Now, if it’s just a little toe-tapper, got to make me feel good somehow or another, or when I sing it I can’t make you feel good.
There was a time we decided that it was songs that were done especially from my background because of the things we were dealing with, but nowadays, anybody who has a need, and can find the need, they can sing the blues.
Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing.
I love to sing with different people.
Singing background has always been such a precious thing. I’m always going to be excited to sing behind an artist and learn from them.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
Only one of us would usually sing lead. Which most of the time was, Mickey or Dave. They thought it was perfectly a natural routine, because Mickey and Dave saw themselves as TV actors.
I have to have a guitar sitting around. I sing in the shower. I sing around the house. The music comes secondary. The lyrics come first.
Tell me what you’d like to hear me sing. I’ll sing whatever you like, after which I’ll take up a collection, if you don’t mind.
The new album is a childhood dream come true. Got to sing with Ronnie Spector, got to cover a bunch of songs that were influential in drawing a line between the punk form and original rock and roll.
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?
They would wake me up when I was sleeping, and say sing a song for our friends. I had a sweet voice, I had a nice little tenor voice. God knows what I sang, but my whole family would admire me.
I remember when I was 5 living on Pulaski Street in Brooklyn, the hallway of our building had a brass banister and a great sound, a great echo system. I used to sing in the hallway.
It’s a magical thing, the guitar. It allows you to be the whole band in one, to play rhythm and melody, sing over the top. And as an instrument for solos, you can bend notes, draw emotional content out of tiny movements, vibratos and tonal things which even a piano can’t do.
One performer whose band played my music better than I could myself was Art Farmer. He recorded ‘Sing Me Softly of the Blues’ and ‘Ad Infinitum’.
To sing along with Stevie Wonder, you had to make your voice do things it was not accustomed to doing.
Like, back in Albania, all my cousins sing, they play the drums, they play guitar, it’s like… a thing!
I was just glad to meet somebody outside of my group of small town friends who was into music. Somebody else who had aspirations to do something more than sing at a record hop.
I feel a part of the congregation. I’ve never had to do special music. The kids sing in the choir. It’s just normal. We’re treated like everybody else.
A lot of the songs in ‘See Jane Sing!’ are pulled straight from the kitchen table and my parents harmonizing together.
Not every song I write is ecstasy. And it can happen only one time. After that, when you sing the same melody and words, it’s pleasure, but you don’t get wiped out.
People say that I could sing the phone book and make it sound good.
Senorita was fun to sing, but I don’t really have a favorite. When you write a bunch of songs, they’re like your babies. You don’t pick favorites.
Sweet as sweetest Grecian honey will my song be when I sing, O Beloved, in the season of the Spring!
If I’m going to sing like someone else, then I don’t need to sing at all.
When you’re a parent, you sing better. It becomes a pure pleasure, rather than something I have to do.
I’m not like a university-educated scholar. I just sing what I see.
If you play an instrument, it makes you a better singer. The more you play, the better you sing, the more you sing, the better you play.
I’ve sung my whole life. I’ve taken lots of voice lessons and I love to sing. But I’ve never really sung professionally at all.
To feel not only submitted but willing to be anything or nothing as the Lord wills it – this is, in truth, to sing a song to our Well Beloved.
I’m about to sing the song for the future.
Singing in character you can be more of a show off or more modest because it isn’t yourself it’s a nice way to sing, unusual, a bit like being in musical I guess.
I sing to the realists; people who accept it like it is.
It comes from the likes of you! Take what you can get! Grab the chances as they come along! Act in hallways! Sing in doorways! Dance in cellars!
I am going to sing lesbian love songs and support gay rights no matter what. The rest is public relations.
My grandma did opera singing for the better part of her life; she used to sing all over the place. My grandpa was a sax player, and he used to travel all over the place, too.
I play piano and I sing. But I do that for fun. I mean, I do everything for fun.
I love to sing old Motown songs to myself, or some Patti Smith Edith Piaf or Billie Holiday. That gets me in the mood for singing.
Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
The fact that I am blind is not what defines my life. It should be of no more interest than my blood type. People wonder if there is a relationship between my lack of sight and the way I sing. But there’s no connection.
You gotta step up your bars! Look, I run two labels. I sing. I dance. I don’t spend all my time rapping.
Sometimes it is hard to sing and dance at the same time, but I would rather be off and be real and genuine about it to my fans.
I know I’m fat and I know my hair is straight, but I can sing.
My mother and father come from that post-Depression, middle-of-World-War -I kind of thinking that says, ‘Find a practical job. You know what I mean, Mr. Big Shot? So, you can sing a song …’
This is a fault common to all singers, that among their friends they will never sing when they are asked; unasked, they will never desist.
I’m a big hit at parties. Friends ask me to sing B-I-N-G-O all the time. I’m thinking, you know, of maybe putting out a Christmas album or something.
Young people who are just starting out somehow need to let you know they know how to sing.
My role in the Mamas and Papas was basically just to sing.
You can only really sing about what you know; at least, I can.
We were not trained to sing in YG style and we only received training to sing well.
Tum Tak’ is a beautiful thought and is a rhythmic expression. It’s been composed beautifully. It may sound easy but is difficult to attempt or sing it live.
