Every day is like Sunday. Every day is silent and grey.
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
Tomorrow may rain, so I’ll follow the sun.
Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don’t really care for music, do you? It goes like this the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah.
The perfect song on the perfect drive to make you feel infinite.
Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Ground control to Major Tom.
If we could be heroes, if just for one day.
Think twice; it’s just another day for you and me in paradise.
Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong.
Drop it like it’s hot.
Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words, killing me softly with his song.
The great thing about a song is that no one has to know your story. But if you tell it in a way that has clarity and means something to somebody else, then it can apply to their story.
Time is on my side, yes it is.
I can’t get any satisfaction.
Don’t let the sun go down on me.
Louis Armstrong’s ‘What a Wonderful World’ is my ultimate karaoke song. It is a wonderful world. People forget we only have a certain amount of time, and it can all end at any moment. Armstrong and Frank Sinatra’s ‘My Way’ are the ultimate one-two punch.
I can’t sing a love song Like the way it’s meant to be Well, I guess I’m not that good anymore But baby, that’s just me.