#rhyme

'Hound Dog' took like twelve minutes. That's not a complicated piece of work. But the rhyme scheme was difficult. Also the metric structure of the music was not easy. 'Kansas City' was maybe eight minutes, if that. Writing the early blues was spontaneous. You can hear the energy in the work. ↗

— Jerry Leiber

#blues #city #complicated #difficult #dog

The Days were a clan that mighta lived long But Ben Day’s head got screwed on wrong That boy craved dark Satan’s power So he killed his family in one nasty hour Little Michelle he strangled in the night Then chopped up Debby: a bloody sight Mother Patty he saved for last Blew off her head with a shotgun blast Baby Libby somehow survived But to live through that ain’t much a life —SCHOOLYARD RHYME, CIRCA 1985 ↗

— Gillian Flynn

#rhyme #family

Can you believe the man rhymed 'Rumplestiltskin' with 'crumpled napkins'? ↗

— Christopher Healy

#rhyme #humor

One, two, three / Buckle my shoe. ↗

— Robert Benchley

#rhyme #surreal #humor

Oh I know it's cliché but yeah they say that great men make it in- To places few others who even do take the risk've ever been ↗

— Criss Jami

#cliche #discovery #great-men #greatness #journey

Everything that Traffic ever did, I'd give Steve a complete lyric, titled, written out with the verse, the bridge, the shape and rhyme and then Steve had to figure out how the meter of the words would fit musically. ↗

— Jim Capaldi

#complete #did #ever #everything #figure

The poetic act consists of suddenly seeing that an idea splits up into a number of equal motifs and of grouping them; they rhyme. ↗

— Stephane Mallarme

#consists #equal #grouping #idea #into

If I knew what to do I'd do more than write a song for you ↗

— Criss Jami

#confusion #love #lyrics #musician #poet

You ask me why I don't speak Not a word at will But write so much worth well over a mill' Well I value words like I value kisses A sober one, a closer one penetrates the heart Darling it's how it mends it ↗

— Criss Jami

#beauty #hearts #kissing #love #lyrics

In the boundaryless forests, there’re dancers of nude. Yet in the confines of pasture, there’s promise of food. On which is your side? Ô, but tarry and bide, ere you decide, in both do confide. ↗

— Roman Payne

#growing-up #life #poems #poetry #rhymes