Most of the songs I sing have that blues feeling in it. They have that sorry feeling. And I don't read more

Most of the songs I sing have that blues feeling in it. They have that sorry feeling. And I don't know what I'm sorry about. I don't.

Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all read more

Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.

No two people on earth are alike, and it's got to be that way in music or it isn't music.

No two people on earth are alike, and it's got to be that way in music or it isn't music.

All the sounds of the earth are like music.

All the sounds of the earth are like music.

My music fights against the system that teaches to live and die.

My music fights against the system that teaches to live and die.

There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's read more

There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.

The songs are inspired by my experiences. Sometimes they are more than my real-life and, conversely, my life is more read more

The songs are inspired by my experiences. Sometimes they are more than my real-life and, conversely, my life is more than just my songs.

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long read more

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

To stop the flow of music would be like the stopping of time itself, incredible and inconceivable.

To stop the flow of music would be like the stopping of time itself, incredible and inconceivable.