Bai Juyi Quotes

It will go down in history as a turning point for the music industry. This is landmark stuff. I can't overestimate it!

Muere lentamente quien no viaja, quien no lee,
quien no oye música,
quien no encuentra gracia en sí mismo.
Muere lentamente
quien destruye su amor propio,
quien no se deja ayudar...

Bob Dylan: I do know what my songs are about.
Playboy: And what's that?
Bob Dylan: Oh, some are about four minutes; some are about five, and some, believe it or not, are about eleven or twelve.

Walter Scott has no business to write novels, especially good ones. It is not fair. He has fame and profit enough as a poet, and should not be taking the bread out of other people's mouths. I do not like him, and do not mean to like Waverley if I can help it, but fear I must.

African music, though very old, is always being rediscovered in the West.

Mama se, Mama sa, Mama coo sa.

I think we need some new Christmas carols with a more modern approach. Of course, I wouldn't abandon the religious theme completely. How about "Holy Christ, the Christmas Tree's on Fire"? Or "Jesus, Can You Believe It's Christmas Again?" This ought to get the ball rolling; I'm hoping you people will take it from here.

I try to keep it positive and play it cool
Shoot up the playground and tell the kids to stay in school

The Rose that Grew from Concrete (2000)

I don't really need to stand out, there's room for everyone. Although I haven't built a niche yet, I'm just writing love songs.

You sound like a hillbilly; We want folk singers here.

I'm not a political singer. I don't know what the word means. People think I consciously decided to tell the world what was happening in South Africa. No! I was singing about my life, and in South Africa we always sang about what was happening to us — especially the things that hurt us.

I will probably die singing.

The only thing that can kill me is death, that's the only thing that can ever stop me, is death, and even then my music will live forever.

The Mississippi and its paddle boats, and the rivers of Bengal and their gleaming steamers evoked a similar atmosphere of romance, of long, song-filled voyages, high winds and lonely sunsets.

A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song