“I cannot sing the old songs Though well I know the tune, Familiar as a cradle-song With sleep-compelling croon; Yet though I'm filled with music, As choirs of summer birds, I cannot sing the old songs-- I do not know the words.” KnowsWellsSongSleepSummerBirdFilledFamiliarTunesCompellingCradleChoirOld Song Author:Robert Jones Burdette
“Terence, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see the rate you drink your beer. But oh, good Lord, the verse you make, It gives a chap the belly-ache. The cow, the old cow, she is dead; It sleeps well the horned head: We poor lads, 'tis our turn now To hear such tunes as killed the cow. Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme Your friends to death before their time. Moping, melancholy mad: Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.” GivingWellsEnoughTurnsStuffSleepPoorLordClearStupidDrinkHumorousMadRateBeerTunesMelancholyCowsVersesRhymeBellyAchePipeLadChapsSleep Well Author:A. E. Housman
“People got a little too self-conscious about the techniques that go into recording because sometimes, if you sing too well in tune, people accuse you of auto-tuning. It's like you have to use auto-detuning or something.” PeopleIfsWellsLittlesSelfSometimesUseLike YouConsciousTechniqueTunesSelf ConsciousTuning Author:Todd Rundgren