April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.— Yip Harburg
The most skyrocket Yip Harburg quotes that will inspire your inner self
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can't I?
Oh, innocent victims of Cupid, remember this terse little verse: To let a fool kiss you is stupid. To let a kiss fool you is worse.
Someday I'll wish upon a star.
I am one of the last of a small tribe of troubadours, who still believe that life is a beautiful and exciting journey with a purpose and grace which are well worth singing about.
Follow the yellow brick road.
They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love, if there's moonlight all about and there's no moon above.
Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.
This we learn from Watergate that almost any creep'll be glad to help the Government overthrow the people.
My whole family has been having trouble with immigrants ever since we came to this country.
Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead.
I am a rebel by birth... I contest anything that is unjust, that causes suffering in humanity. My feelings about that are so strong, I don't think I could live with myself if I weren't honest.
The greatest romance in the life of a lyricist is when the right word meets the right note; often, however, a Park Avenue phrase elopes with a Bleecker Street chord, resulting in a shotgun wedding and a quickie divorce.
The world would be a safer place, If someone had a plan, Before exploring outer space, To find the inner man.
The Lord made Adam, the Lord made Eve, he made 'em both a little bit naive.
Once I built a railroad; now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?
Songs are the pulse of a nation's heart. A fever chart of its health.
We gotta be free - The eagle and me. see Amelia Jenks Bloomer, Emancipation of Women
When the idle poor, Become the idle rich, You'll never know, Just who is who, Or who is which.
Leave the atom alone.
For what we are about to receive, Oh Lord 'tis Thee we thank,' said the cannibal as he cut a slice off the missionary's shank.
Did God who gave us flowers and trees, Also provide the allergies?
When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near.
Lives of great men all remind us, Greatness takes no easy way, All the heroes of tomorrow, Are the heretics of today. Socrates and Galileo, John Brown, Thoreau, Christ, and Debs, Heard the night cry "Down with traitors!" And the dawn shout "Up the rebs!"
WHERE and WHEN, Are lost in space. THERE and THEN, Do not embrace. So before we disappear, Come sweet NOW and kiss the HERE.
Music gives 'wings' to words.
All the heroes of tomorrow are the heretics of today.
Virtue is its own revenge.
Lives of great men all remind us greatness takes no easy way.
There ought to be a law against necessity.
A Russian child asked his mother : "does God know we don't believe in Him?"
Follow the fellow who follows a dream.
Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.
No matter how much I prove and prod, I cannot quite believe in God;
But oh, I hope to God that He, Unswervingly believes in me.
It's a Barnum and Bailey world, Just as phony as it can be...
No matter how high or great the throne, What sits on it is the same as your own.
How are things in Glocca Mora this fine day?
My heart wants roots My mind wants wings. I cannot bear Their bickerings.
Ira [Gershwin] was the shyest, most diffident boy we had ever known.
In a class of lower east side rapscallions, his soft-spoken gentleness and low-keyed personality made him a lovable incongruity. He spoke in murmurs, hiding behind a pair of steel-rimmed glasses..Ira had a kid brother who wore high stiff collars, shirts with cuffs and went out with girls.
When the melody touches your heart emotionally and the words hit your brain intellectually, more than likely you'll find you'll have an excellent song to sing.
As the writer of the lyric of the song 'God's Country,' I am outraged by the suggestion that somehow I am connected with, believe in, or am sympathetic with Communist or totalitarian philosophy.