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I don't sing anything that hurts my voice.

-K. D. Lang

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I Don't Sing Anything That Hurts My

K. D. Lang

I don't sing anything that hurts my voice.

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Someone once asked me why people sing. i answered that they sing for many of the same reasons the birds sing. they sing for a mate, to claim their territory, or simply to give voice to the delight of being alive in the midst of a beautiful day. perhaps more than the birds do, humans hold a grudge. they sing to complain of how grievously they have been wronged, and how to avoid it in the future. they sing to help themselves execute a job of work. they sing so the subsequent generations won’t forget what the current generation endured, or dreamed, or delighted in.

Somebody/ anybody sing a black girl's song bring her out to know herself to know you but sing her rhythms carin/ struggle/ hard times sing her song of life she's been dead so long closed in silence so long she doesn't know the sound of her own voice her infinite beauty she's half-notes scattered without rhythm/ no tune sing her sighs sing the song of her possibilities sing a righteous gospel let her be born let her be born & handled warmly.

But what i would like to say is that the spiritual life is a life in which you gradually learn to listen to a voice that says something else, that says, "you are the beloved and on you my favour rests."... i want you to hear that voice. it is not a very loud voice because it is an intimate voice. it comes from a very deep place. it is soft and gentle. i want you to gradually hear that voice. we both have to hear that voice and to claim for ourselves that that voice speaks the truth, our truth. it tells us who we are.

There are no words and there is no singing, but the music has a voice. it is an old voice and a deep voice, like the stump of a sweet cigar or a shoe with a hole. it is a voice that has lived and lives, with sorrow and shame, ecstasy and bliss, joy and pain, redemption and damnation. it is a voice with love and without love. i like the voice, and though i can't talk to it, i like the way it talks to me. it says it is all the same, young man. take it and let it be.

Switch to piano! no. really, if you like an instrument that sings, play the saxophone. at its best it's like the human voice. of course, it would be best if you could actually sing with your own voice. the saxophone is an imperfect instrument, especially the tenor and soprano, as far as intonation goes. therefore, the challenge is to sing on an imperfect instrument or 'voice' that is outside of your body. i love that challenge and have for over forty-five years. as far as playing jazz, no other art form, other than conversation, can give the satisfaction of spontaneous interaction.

Life is so damned hard, so damned hard... it just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can't be hurt ever any more. that's the last and worst thing it does.

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