This machine surrounds hate and forces it to surrender.
I have been singing folksongs of America and other lands to people everywhere. I am proud that I never refused to sing to any group of people because I might disagree with some of the ideas of some of the people listening to me. I have sung for rich and poor, for Americans of every possible political and religious opinion and persuasion, of every race, color, and creed. The House committee wished to pillory me because it didn’t like some few of the many thousands of places I have sung for.
A good song can only do good, and I am proud of the songs I have sung. I hope to be able to continue singing these songs for all who want to listen, Republicans, Democrats, and independents.
If I've got a talent, it's for picking the right song at the right time for the right audience. And I can always seem to get people to sing with me.
The world would never amount to a hill of beans if people didn't use their imaginations to think of the impossible.
The world will be saved by people fighting for their homes.
Shh. Listen to the sounds that surround you. Notice the pitches, the volume, the timbre, the many lines of counterpoint. As light taught Monet to paint, the earth may be teaching you music.
A productive mistake is: (1) made in the service of mission and vision; (2) acknowledged as a mistake; (3) learned from; (4) considered valuable; (5) shared for the benefit of all.
The easiest way to avoid wrong notes is to never open your mouth and sing. What a mistake that would be.
If singing were all that serious, frowning would make you sound better.
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