Ira Gershwin (December 6, 1896 – August 17, 1983) was an American lyricist who collaborated with his younger brother, composer George Gershwin, to create some of the most memorable songs of the 20th century. (Click here for full Wikipedia article)
A song without music is a lot like H2 without the O.
Damn it all! What rhymes with rhythm?
Deep, unspeakable suffering may well be called a baptism, a regeneration, the initiation into a new state.
Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you.
Holding hands at midnight
'Neath a starry sky...
Nice work if you can get it
And you can get it- if you try.
I never realized how good our music was until I heard Ella Fitzgerald sing it.
I've always considered perfection, or as close as I could come to it, as my armor. And I know that even if the lyric failed I had done my very best.
In time the Rockies may crumble,
Gibraltar may tumble,
They're only made of clay,
But our love is here to stay.
Life is one long jubilee.
Lyrics are written up to public taste, and that's a high target... The words mustn't be precious or condescending... A writer can't get away with the 'blue/you' sort of stuff any longer... A good lyric should be rhymed conversation.
Old age adds to the respect due to virtue, but it takes nothing from the contempt inspired by vice; it whitens only the hair.
One can be very happy without demanding that others agree with them.
There's a somebody I'm longing to see
I hope that he turns out to be
Someone Who'll Watch Over Me.
What usually comes first is the contract.