循序渐进的旋律。钢琴与弦乐配合得天衣无缝。

比起Radiohead的原版，Amanda的翻唱更得我心。飘渺忧郁的声调加以有力的、流畅的钢琴伴奏，气质独特。

Anjulie姑娘的声音实在是很有魅力，有点慵懒，又有点小俏皮。脑内循环一万遍。

来自新专辑《花诀》。这是很多人一直向往的细水长流、用时间慢慢酿造的感情，有淡淡的幸福味道。

有些教堂音乐的空灵，却是无比压抑。沙哑的女声深处透出彻骨的冷冽，平静的旋律下深埋着哀怨、绝望的黑暗气息，同时却又在虔诚地忏悔着，渴求着灵魂的救赎。

纽约四人独立摇滚乐队The Narrative，首先要给他们冠上暖色调这个形容词，温暖的小调很清新。男女和声太美了，很有质感，没有过多的技巧和编排，他们要唱的并不复杂，干净简单，但他们拥有让听者不自觉微笑的魔力。

incompatible,it don't matter though cos someone's bound to hear my cry speak out if you do, you are not easy to find

轻轻用稍带沙哑的温柔嗓音吟唱着。母亲们说：No ocean can keep you,no darknees can hide you away from our love and its undying light。母亲，你们的爱是不朽的光芒。

I wake up，it's a bad dream，but no one on my side。

特别适合雨天。

拥有“最温柔歌声”的岛歌疗伤歌手，触动心弦。

很喜欢很喜欢这种慵懒静谧的感觉，搭配上这个小女人缱绻温柔的嗓音和干净的木吉他，慢板的曲调、暧昧惬意的旋律，百听不厌。

并不是所有的事都要开口去说，沉默已足够。

I've always been the tower /But now I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow.

前奏就有些迷幻的味道，从第一句开始就被主唱Sean Nerney沙哑慵懒的声音所吸引。主旋律中稍带有电音，梦幻、轻盈，犹如梦境。天空与海洋，那么远又那么近。轻轻地问一句：If I were the ocean，would you be the sky?

My face is not sad, but inside, I am sad。

Mad World 是英国乐队Tears For Fears在82年创作的作品，二十年后电影《死亡幻觉》片尾中使用了Michael Andrews 和Gary Jules的版本。歌词描绘了几个场景，像是在形容一个偷窥者眼中的疯狂世界，低沉、忧郁。

适合循环播放。

时间流转，记忆会褪色，曾经浓烈的感情，也会慢慢变得平缓成了心中来回反复的难忘旋律。

You have changed my life shown me new worlds gave me joy in my heart from within you've made your star.

慵懒妖娆的声线。

失眠时它陪我入睡。

There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass Springtime calls her children until she lets them go at last And she's chosen where to be though she's lost her wedding ring Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds There are things we can't recall Blind as night that finds us all Winter tucks her children in her fragile china dolls But my hands remember hers rolling around the shaded ferns Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned There are names across the sea only now I do believe Sometimes, with the window closed, she'll sit and think of me But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone