“Well I'm not just gon' go and do rap songs. I wanna touch, and maybe help, and see what I can do in these areas.' As I start looking around me, looking at things in ways that I can become helpful, starting at the first thing, water. Something as simple as water.” WayFirstsWellsI CanHelpingSongWaterCan DoSimpleAreasStartingRapHelpfulRap Song Author:Jay-Z
“The Gulf Stream waters of Woody Guthrie's famous song were strung with columns of oil that were several miles long.” LongSongWaterOilMilesStreamsColumnsWoody Author:James Lee
“You've been so long in the rain, you feel like a dirty dish rag. But despite the misery of your water soaked body, you look around to see verdant leaves dripping with water. The air entering your lungs smells vibrantly clean. To experience adventure, you must be willing to be uncomfortable at times and enjoy the loneliness by being happy with your own singing. A song pops out of your mouth... "It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was fine..."” FeelsLooksLongBodyNightSongLeftEnjoyWaterAirLonelinessWillingAdventureFineSingingMouthsRainMiseryCleanPopsSmellWeatherDespiteDirtyUncomfortableDishesEnteringLungsAll NightRagsDrippingDirty Dishes Author:Frosty Wooldridge
“When you're standing in deep water And you're bailing yourself out with a straw And when you're drowning in deep water And you wake up making love to a wall Well it's these little time that help to remind It's nothing without love, love, love” WellsLittlesHelpingSongWaterWallStandingWake UpMaking LoveDrowningWithout LoveStrawsLittle TimeDeep Water Author:Jewel
“Let the church come to God in the strength of a perfect weakness, in the power of a felt helplessness and a child-like confidence, and then, either she has no strength, and has no right to be, or she has a strength that is infinite. Then and thus, will she stretch out the rod over the seas of difficulty that lie before her, and the waters shall divide, and she shall pass through, and sing the song of deliverance.” ChildrenLyingSongFeltWaterChurchPerfectSeaWeaknessDifficultyInfiniteDividesHelplessnessDeliverance Book:Strength and beauty: A baccalaureate sermon, delivered at Williamstown, Ms. August 17, 1851 Source: Strength and beauty: A baccalaureate sermon, delivered at Williamstown, Ms. August 17, 1851
“Reviving Spring, a toast to thy fresh lips! Thy blush is music, and e'en heaven lurks In thy thick perfumed hair that hangs about Thy flowered shoulders like enchanted rain; Thy sigh is song and thy soft breath a balm, Dispelling death -- soft loosing his cold grip, Unravelling darkness in the heart of pain, As o'er dank waters rings the laugh of dawn.” HeartPainSongHeavenWaterDarknessLaughingHairColdSpringRainBreathsLipsRingsShouldersDawnThickSighToastsEnchantedDankDispelling Book:Cloudrifts at Twilight Source: Cloudrifts at Twilight
“When I was a young girl salmon fishing with my father in the Straits of Juan de Fuca in Washington State I used to lean out over the water and try to look past my own face, past the reflection of the boat, past the sun and darkness, down to where the fish were surely swimming. I made up charm songs and word-hopes to tempt the fish, to cause them to mean biting my hook. I believed they would do it if I asked them well and patiently and with the right hope. I am writing my poems like this. I have used the fabric and the people of my life as the bait.” PeopleIfsWritingTryingWellsLooksMeanMadeStatesPastFacesYoungUsedSongGirlFatherCausesWaterMy OwnDarknessSunSeaReflectionRiversFishesBoatCharmLakesFishingSwimmingFabricHookBaitBitingSalmonJuanWashington State Author:Tess Gallagher
“There were nights when he took a deal more rum and water than his head could carry; and then he would sometimes sit and sing his wicked old wild sea-songs, minding nobody... Often I have heard the house shaking with Yo-ho-ho and a bottle and rum, all the neighbours joining in for dear life with the fear of death upon them and each singing louder than the other to avoid remark. Fiften men on the dead man's chest, Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil have done for the rest. Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!” MenSometimesDoneNightSongHouseWaterDealsHeardSeaDrinkSingingDevilDearWickedChestsBottlesRemarksFear Of DeathShakingNeighbourJoiningDead ManRumDear LifeJoining InWild Sea Author:Robert Louis Stevenson
“The fall of waters and the song of birds, And hills that echo to the distant berds, Are luxuries excelling all the glare The world can boast, and her chief favorites share.” WorldSongFallWaterShareBirdLuxuryChiefsHillsRetirementEchoesBoastGlare Author:William Cowper
“The old men of the village of Mahotière say that the Mistress of the Water is a mulatto woman. At midnight she comes out of the spring and sings while combing her dripping long hair, which makes a sound sweeter than a violin. It is a song of perdition for whomever hears it. There is no sign of the Cross, no "Our Father" to save him. Her curse takes him like a fish in a net and the Mistress of the Water awaits him on the edge of the spring and smiles upon him and tells him to follow her to the depths, from which he will never return.” MenLongSongFatherSoundWaterMusicHairReturnMusicianSpringCrossesDepthEdgesFishesCurseOld ManVillageMidnightMistressOur FatherViolinDrippingLong HairPerditionMulattoes Author:Jacques Roumain
“Water. Its sunny track in the plain; its splashing in the garden canal, the sound it makes when in its course it meets the mane ofthe grass; the diluted reflection of the sky together with the fleeting sight of the reeds; the Negresses fill their dripping gourds and their red clay containers; the song of the washerwomen; the gorged fields the tall crops ripening.” TogetherSongCoursesSoundWaterNatureSkyFieldsReflectionRedGardenRiversSightTrackGrassTallFleetingClayCropsSunnyReedsCanalsDrippingContainersRipeningSplashingGourds Author:Jacques Roumain
“Between the years of ninety-two and a hundred and two, however, we shall be the ribald, useless, drunken, outcast person we have always wished to be. We shall have a long white beard and long white hair; we shall not walk at all, but recline in a wheel chair and bellow for alcoholic beverages; in the winter we shall sit before the fire with our feet in a bucket of hot water, a decanter of corn whiskey near at hand, and write ribald songs against organized society... We look forward to a disreputable, vigorous, unhonoured, and disorderly old age.” WritingYearsLooksPersonsLongTwoHandsAgeSongWaterWhiteWalksFireFeetHairHundredHotWinterOld AgeUselessOrganizedWheelsChairsNinetyAlcoholicsCornBeardWhiskeyVigorousBucketsOutcastBeveragesHot WaterWhite HairRibald Author:Don Marquis
“I don't think of community as being a romantic notion. I think it's as vital as air and water, and so I think that informs a lot of what I write about. It could be a story about a couple, or a song about the slow death of the family farm or a small town.” ThinkingWritingStoriesSongWaterCommunityAirCoupleTownsNotionFarmsSmall TownAir And WaterFamily Farms Author:Greg Brown