Singing News Fan Awards For Song Of The Year
The Song of the Year award is awarded yearly in the Singing News Fan Awards ceremony to honor the song Singing News magazine readers select as their favorite that year.
The group popularizing the song was not officially named until 1995, so the listing for awards from 1970 through 1994 lists the group or groups primarily known for popularizing the song. However, this was not an official part of the award and is given for informational purposes only.
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Famous quotes containing the words singing, news, fan, song and/or year:
“I want mother’s milk,
that good sour soup.
I want breasts singing like eggplants,
and a mouth above making kisses.
I want nipples like shy strawberries
for I need to suck the sky.”
—Anne Sexton (1928–1974)
“I don’t have any problem with a reporter or a news person who says the President is uninformed on this issue or that issue. I don’t think any of us would challenge that. I do have a problem with the singular focus on this, as if that’s the only standard by which we ought to judge a president. What we learned in the last administration was how little having an encyclopedic grasp of all the facts has to do with governing.”
—David R. Gergen (b. 1942)
“Already nature is serving all those uses which science slowly derives on a much higher and grander scale to him that will be served by her. When the sunshine falls on the path of the poet, he enjoys all those pure benefits and pleasures which the arts slowly and partially realize from age to age. The winds which fan his cheek waft him the sum of that profit and happiness which their lagging inventions supply.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“Marlowe went muttering to death
When he had done with song and lust.”
—Allen Tate (1899–1979)
“In some withdrawn, unpublic mead
Let me sigh upon a reed,
Or in the woods, with leafy din,
Whisper the still evening in:
Some still work give me to do,—
Only—be it near to you!
For I’d rather be thy child
And pupil, in the forest wild,
Than be the king of men elsewhere,
And most sovereign slave of care:
To have one moment of thy dawn,
Than share the city’s year forlorn.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)