song
song (sôŋ)
noun
- the act or art of singing to break into song
- a piece of music sung or composed for singing
- Old Poet. poetry; verse
- a relatively short metrical composition for, or suitable for, singing, as a ballad or simple lyric
- a musical sound like singing the song of the lark
Etymology: ME < OE sang: for IE base see sing
for a song
Informal for very little money; cheap
Song
Bible Song of Solomon
song
n.
for a song
Types of songs include: lay, aria, air, carol, ballad, hymn, cant, anthem, rondo, paean, canticle, canzonet, canzone, roundelay, madrigal, cantata, opera, operetta, oratorio, refrain, chanson, chorale, minstrelsy, virelay, dirge, elegy, pastorale, canon, spiritual, berceuse, barcarolle, round, chant, folksong, yodel, scat, nursery tune, ditty, art song, evensong, drinking song, love song, plainsong, descant, motet, chorus, lyric, chanty, sonnet, psalm, marching song, battle song, aubade (French), lied, lullaby, cradlesong, serenade, vesper.
Converse of object
- sing: I like to sing songs that I believe in.
- write: Write a song or a rap using the ideas on the board.
- perform: If you get to perform a song, it is usually not cool to play a cover.
- hear: Just click the play button on any of the control pads to hear a song.
- compose: I composed songs in there, mainly space rock songs with swirling synthesizers and heavy bass lines.
Adjective modifier
- favorite: Cabin nie the Pooh What's cabin's favorite song?
- catchy: The band play a tight set of catchy songs mixing American post punk sounds with pop melodies.
- favorite: And whenever you wish, you can insert an audio CD and listen to your favorite songs.
- popular: Here are some of the most common and popular songs you need as a supporter.
Preposition: on
- album: There is a song on the album called " Jesus ' Blood, " which is kind of a choral worship song.
Modifies a noun
- thrush: The song thrush will be helped by the increase in scrub and hedgerow habitats.
- lyric: How can I download my free music song lyrics?
- writing: In the time waiting for the paint to dry, I found that music and song writing was another creative output for me.
Preposition: of
Noun used with modifier
- pop: A pop song akin to something like their own ' Age Of Consent ' opens the second side of songs.
- folk: Isla has been singing folk songs in public since the age of ten.
- worship: There is a song on the album called " Jesus ' Blood, " which is kind of a choral worship song.
- love: Us is an almost traditional love song, with strings lapping at its pop melody.
- swan: A brilliant three-hour opening to Europe became my swan song.
- Yiddish: Yiddish songs and Klezmer melodies show the influence of early jazz with the immigration to the New World at the turn of this century.
I want to know a butcher paints, A baker rhymes for his pursuit, Candlestick-maker much acquaints His soul with song, or, haply mute, Blows out his brains upon the flute.
Death could drop from the dark As easilyas song.
'A song belongs to no man,'said JoeyThe Lips.'The Lord holds copyright on all songs.' 'Me arse,'said Outspan.
Ye holyangels bright, Who wait at God's right hand, Or through the realms of light Flyat your Lord's command, Assist our song, Or else the theme too high doth seem For mortal tongue.
Wider comprehensions, deeper insights to the dead belong:ö Since for Love thou wakest not, sleeper, yet awake for sake of Song!
And round thee with the breeze of song To stir a little dust of praise.
An impotent people, Sick with inbreeding. Worrying the carcase of an old song.
O be joyful in the Lord, all ye lands: serve the Lord with gladness, and come before his presence with a song.
Come, gie's a sang, Montgomery cry'd, And lay your disputes a'aside; What signifies't for folks to chide For what's been done before them? Let Whig and Torya'agree, Whig and Tory,Whig and Tory, Whig and Tory a'agree To drop their whigmigmorum; Let Whig and Torya'agree To spend this night wi'mirth and glee, And cheerfu'sing, alang wi'me, The Reel o' Tullochgorum.
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Proven c° al song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim.
Hark, the glad sound! The Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long; Let every heart exult with joy, And every voice be song!
Have little care that Life is brief, And less that art is long. Success is in the silences, Though fame is in the song.
Her funeral sermon (which was long And followed bya sacred song) Mentioned her virtues, it is true, But dwelt upon her vices too.
For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckled vanity Will sicken soon and die.
For I have a song to sing,O! It is sung to the moon By a love-lorn loon, Who fled from the mocking throng,O! It's the song of a merryman moping mum, Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb, As he sighed for the love of a ladye!
The Hunschanted a funeral song to the memory of a hero, glorious inhis life, invincible in his death, the father of his people, the scourge of his enemies, and the terror of the world.
Glorious the northern lights astream; Glorious the song, when God's the theme; Glorious the thunder's roar: Glorious hosanna from the den; Glorious the catholic amen; Glorious the martyr's gore.
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we 98 wept, whenwe remembered Zion.We hanged ourharps uponthewillows inthemidst thereof.For therethey that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one ofthesongs of Zion.Howshall wesing theL'ssong in a strange land?
There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.
I have made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world's eyes As though they'd wrought it. Song, let them take it, For there's more enterprise In walking naked.
Through all Eternity toThee A joyful Song I'll raise, For oh! Eternity's too short To utter all thy Praise.
And drowned in yonder living blue The lark become a sightless song.
I'll publish, right or wrong: Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
The strife is o'er, the battle done; Now is theVictor's triumph won;
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Roumania.
Silence more musical than any song.
Soy el cantor deAme¤ rica auto¤ ctono y salvaje; mi lira tiene un alma, mi canto un ideal. Mi verso no se mece colgado de un ramaje con un vaive¤ n pausado de hamaca tropical. I am the aboriginal and savage singer of America; my lyre has a soul, my song has an ideal. My poetry does not swing from the branches with the slow movement of a tropical hammock.
In anguish we uplift A new unhallowed song: The race is to the swift, The battle to the strong. See Bible101:85.
All music is folk music. I ain't never heard no horse sing a song.
Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, do not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise toThee: Holy, Holy, Holy! merciful and mighty! God inThree Persons, blesse' d Trinity.
What use the green river, the gold place, if time and death pinned human in the pocket of my land not rest from taking underground the green all-willowed and white rose and bean flower and morning-mist picnic of song in pepper-pot breast of thrush?
Hey! MrTambourine Man, playa song for me. I'm not sleepyand there is no place I'm going to.
The poets of each generation seldom sing a new song. They turn themes men always have loved, and sing them in the mode of their times.
A rainbowand a cuckoo's song May never come together again; May never come This side the tomb.
It ismediocrity which makes laws and sets mantraps and spring-gunsintherealmoffreesong, saying thusfar shall you go and no further.
Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreamsöcan breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our Minds, into the Mind of Manö My haunt, and the main region of my song.
Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song, Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long. But at my back in a cold blast I hear The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear. See Marvell 556:62.
With fingers wearyand worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and threadö Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt. And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the'Song of the Shirt'.
Not philosophy, after all, not humanity, just sheer joyous power of song, is the primal thing in poetry.
and I am sweating a lot by now and thinking of leaning on the john door in the 5 SPOT while she whispered a song along the keyboard to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing
Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:ö So this winged hour is dropt to us from above. Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.
Cantate Domino canticum novum, quia mirabilia fecit. Sing to the Lord a new song, because he has done marvellous things. See Book of Common Prayer143:46.
Sing unto the Lord a new song: sing praises lustily unto him with a good courage.
Youcan't writea good song about awhore-houseunless you been in one.
The moving accident is not my trade; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
The song is ended But the melody lingers on.
The song of canaries Never varies, And when they're moulting They're pretty revolting.
The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
And hark! the Nightingale begins its song, 'Most musical, most melancholy' bird! A melancholy bird?his song Should make all Nature lovelier, and itself Be loved like Nature!
Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot.
Listen kid, take myadviceönever hate a song that has sold half a million copies.
Short swallow-flights of song, that dip In Memoriam A.H.H. Their wings in tears, and skim away.
As you walk through the storm, Hold your head up high, And don't be afraid of the dark, At the end of the storm, Is a golden sky, And the sweet silver song of the lark, Walk on through the wind, Walk on through the rain, Though your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on, With hope in your hearts, And you'll never walk alone, You'll never walk alone.
Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Yo he conocido cantores que era un gusto el escuchar; mas no quieren opinar y se divierten cantando; pero yo canto opinando, que es mi modo de cantar. I have known singers it was a pleasure to listen to; theyamuse themselves singing and don't care to give opinions; but I sing giving opinions and that's my kind of song.
And this the burthen of his song, For ever used to be, I care for nobody, not I, If no one cares for me.
Peace; come away: the song of woe Is after all an earthly song: Peace; come away: we do him wrong To sing so wildly: let us go.
My celestial patroness, who deigns Her nightly visitation unimplored, And dictates to me slumbering, or inspires Easy my unpremeditated verse: Since first this subject for heroic song Pleased me long choosing, and beginning late.
And for ther is so gret diversite In Englissh and in writing of oure tonge, So prey I God that non myswrite the, Ne the mysmetre for defaute of tonge. And red wherso thow be, or elles songe, That thow be understonde,God I biseche!
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.
To put it vulgarly, the whole trouble with a folk song is that once you have played it through there is nothing much you can do except play it over again and play it rather louder.
And hear the pleasant cuckoo, loud and longö The simple bird that thinks two notes a song.
Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair, And dream about the great and their pride; They have spoken against you everywhere, But weigh this song with the great and their pride; I made it out of a mouthful of air, Their children's children shall say they have lied.
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.
My lute, awake! Perform the last Labour that thou and I shall waste, And end that I have now begun; For when this song is sung and past, My lute, be still, for I have done.
I learned very early in life that: 'Without a song, the day would never end; without a song, a man ain't got no friend; without a song the road would never bendöwithout a song'. SoIkeep onsinging.Goodnight. Thank you.
Wer nicht liebt Wein,Weib und Gesang, Der bleibt ein Narr sein Leben lang. Who loves not woman, wine and song Remains a fool his whole life long.
Wrote one songöand in my brain I sing it, Drew one angelöborne, see, on my bosom!
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