“We'd be making sail in the dawn, with a fair breeze, singing a chanty song wid no care to it. And astern the land would be sinking low and dying out, but we'd give it no heed but a laugh, and never look behind. For the day that was, was enough, for we was free men - and I'm thinking 'tis only slaves do be giving heed to the day that's gone or the day to come - until they're old like me.” ThinkingMenGivingLooksEnoughWould BeCareSongBehindsLaughingGoneLandDyingSingingLowsFairsSlaveLike MeDawnSailBreezeHeedFree ManSinkingDays To Come Book:The Hairy Ape Source: The Hairy Ape
“There's a little book I'm thinking of writing - "Swan Song" is what I shall call it. The song of the dying. And my book will be incense burnt at the deathbed of this society, damned with the damnation of its own impotence.” ThinkingWritingLittlesBookSongDyingDamnationSwansImpotenceThis SocietyDeathbedIncense Author:Maxim Gorky
“One of the things that I'm dying to do is to sing the hook on a big rap song. No one's ever called me to do that.” BigsSongDyingRapHookRap Song Author:Darius Rucker