If music be the food of love, play on;Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! It had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound.
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
stealing and giving odour!
Just a random post.
Never forget.
Remember (D. Whitaker Version) - AIR
Lovesick blues - Madeleine Peyroux
When you find - Tortured Soul
Everyeveryeverything - Hot Club De Paris
Flavour - Room Eleven
