`` I could use some help '', Morgan said finally, `` but I can't afford to pay you anything.

`` I made you so you could stand up.

I could see them in my sights.

Far up the valley I could see the Rees circling and reorganizing.

I could see their faces glistening with sweat and bear grease, their mouths open, shouting their spine-chilling cries.

I could see the blood running down his chest.

I could smell woodsmoke, grease, and oil.

Now under me I could see him for what he really was, a boy dressed up in streaks of paint.

Since they could see me but I not them, their presence in the hall disturbed me.

) hung on a hook on the wall, and underneath it I could see his tie, knotted, ready to be slipped over his head, a black badge of frayed respectability that ought never to have left his neck.

They, and the two large fans which I could dimly see as daylight filtered through their vents, down at the far end of the hall, could be turned on by a master switch situated inside the office.

For although I had crossed a corner of the hall on my way to the toilet I still could not tell for sure how far to the rear the darkness extended.

I could observe the two fans down at the end, but their size in themselves meant nothing to me as long as I had no measure of comparison.

I knew that three or four of them were almost always present in the hall, but what they were doing, and exactly where, I could not tell.

I could not cling to my past nor did I wish to.

When I asked him what, if anything, I could do about it, he surprised me by referring me to the director of the hall.

I could consult this personage on any weekday morning, though not before ten o'clock.

Although it was dark as usual I could see that the hall had only recently contained a great many people.

: I would walk to the end of the street and over the prairie with the clickety grasshoppers bunging in arcs ahead of me, and I could hear the hum and twang of wind in the great prairie harp of telephone wires.

I could just stand there and hum the music to the musicians.

When I went into the accumulator and sat down I noticed a special silence that you sometimes feel in deep woods, sometimes on a city street, a hum that is more rhythmic vibration than a sound.

And I hum a song that you used to sing.

: Then I can hum a fugue of which I've heard the music's din afore,

Due to the persistent demand from media and Bhojpuri language activists to recognize it as an official language, P Chidambaram, Home Minister, Government of India announced to Lok Sabha speaker a few lines in Bhojpuri: “ hum rauwa sabke bhavna samjhatani ( I understand your feelings )”, proposing that Bhojpuri will be included in 8 Schedule of the Constitution and accorded the official status.

I long for the ploughboy to sing them to himself as he follows the plow, the weaver to hum them to the tune of his shuttle, the traveler to beguile with them the dullness of his journey.

When Mercer wrote " Blues in the Night ", I went over his lyric and I started to hum it over his desk.

Lead sheets are also called fake sheets and collections of lead sheets are called " fakebooks ," as in the old cliché " I don't know the song but if you hum a few bars I can fake it.

The album closes with an alternative studio version of " Get Where I Belong ", which is notable for Rodgers forgetting a line and having to hum a later one in order to regain his correct place.

She also taught them to sing `` I wish I could shimmy like my sister Kate ''.

He keeps riding me because I like to listen to the radio and sing while I'm taking a bath.

There was nothing left to do, I thought ... but sing ' Amazing Grace '.

I just say that if a man dances effeminately he dances badly — just as if a woman comes out on stage and starts to sing bass.

" All through my young life I wanted to sing, although nobody in my family knew it ," Gaynor wrote in her autobiography.

According to Memi: It is a song against racism, so I wanted to sing it with a North African who was born in France [...] Because of that and because of his talent, I chose K-Mel.

***" I start to sing for Demeter the lovely-faced goddess, for her and her daughter the most beautiful Persephoneia.

His work inspired the New England Transcendentalists, including Ralph Waldo Emerson, who declared in 1843 that, in reading Proclus, " I am filled with hilarity & spring, my heart dances, my sight is quickened, I behold shining relations between all beings, and am impelled to write and almost to sing.

I liked making it sing, making the voice ring, and I just kept doing it.

The same year, Orbison was inducted into the Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame and initiated into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame by Bruce Springsteen, who concluded his speech with a reference to his own song " Thunder Road ": " I wanted a record with words like Bob Dylan that sounded like Phil Spector — but, most of all, I wanted to sing like Roy Orbison.

So I thought, ' He'll sing it the next take.

39 ): the words to this translate " I can sometimes sing as if I were glad, yet secretly tears well and so free my heart.

After the death of Harry Secombe from cancer, he said, " I'm glad he died before me, because I didn't want him to sing at my funeral.

Kate Baldwin, Aaron Lazar, Christiane Noll, Paul Betz, Renee Rakelle, Marilyn Maye ( singing " I ’ m Still Here "), and Alexander Gemignani were all on hand to sing songs including " I Remember ", " Another Hundred People ", " Children Will Listen ", and " Getting Married Today ".

By 1965, while attending Hilltop High School within the Sweetwater Union High School District, Chula Vista, Waits was playing in an R & B / soul band called The Systems and had begun his first job at Napoleone Pizza House in National City ( about which he would later sing on " I Can't Wait to Get Off Work ( And See My Baby on Montgomery Avenue )" from Small Change and " The Ghosts of Saturday Night ( After Hours at Napoleone's Pizza House )" on The Heart of Saturday Night ).

I was especially intrigued by the institution of the Marker and his function in rating master-songs .... I conceived during a walk a comic scene in which the popular artisan-poet, by hammering upon his cobbler's last, gives the Marker, who is obliged by circumstances to sing in his presence, his come-uppance for previous pedantic misdeeds during official singing contests, by inflicting upon him a lesson of his own.