MOTHER IS WATER I wish I could Shower your head with flowers And anoint your feet with my tears, For I know I have caused you So much heartache, frustration and despair – Throughout my youthful years. I wish I could give you The remainder of my life To add to yours, Or simply erase The lines on your face, And mend all that has been torn. For next to God, You are the fire That has given light To the flame in each of my eyes. You are the fountain That nourished my growth, And from your chalice – Gave me life. Without the wetness of your love, The fragrance of your water, Or the trickling sounds of Your voice, I shall always feel thirsty.
Since there is no real silence, Silence will contain all the sounds, All the words, all the languages, All knowledge, all memory.
There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.
To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But of that invisible soul pervading reality. To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul; To be a lantern in the darkness Or an umbrella in a stormy day; To feel much more than know. To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain; To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon; To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves; To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching. To be a smile on the face of a woman And shine in her memory As a moment saved without planning.
A versifier passes through the sound; sounds go through a poet.
But you say it “in-TREE-ging”, LJ, not “in-trig-you-ing”.’ I said it back to her, ‘In-TREE-ging.’ (Okay, this is a problem with books. But the only one.)
Music is the arithmetic of sounds as optics is the geometry of light.
Brute animals have the vowel sounds; man only can utter consonants.
Liberty and equality are captivating sounds, but they often captivate to destroy.
I don't have one song that sounds like another one in my entire catalog.
Chicago sounds rough to the maker of verse. One comfort we have - Cincinnati sounds worse.
Sounds cliched, but I can't survive without my calendar.
Describing certain sounds, there's a common language that guitar players have.
We consolidated the style of 4Minute by experimenting with different sounds throughout the years.
The media. It sounds like a convention of spiritualists.
I'm interested in a lot of different sounds and types of music.
I have an electric Fender and a Telecaster. I have a Taylor and a Martin. I want to get more guitars for more sounds.
Free love sounds great.
Hip Nip just sounds groovy. A drummer laid it on me.
At our production company, the trademark dish - and this sounds particularly revolting - is curried pickled herring.