Damien Rice - One (U2 Cover)

With the hustle and bustle of big city life, our emotions are often neglected. Some time in the future, we would be looking back and question about our practical gains and losses. They're not hard to tell. But we could also be asking ourselves: How did I feel at that specific moment? What made me happy and gave me inspirations? These are a bit more challenging to recall.

It's amazing how a simple tune can affect the way we feel. More than that, music is just like a scent: it can take us back through time to the very moment when we first heard the song, and triggers the exact same emotions we had back then.

Musicafy is not just another music blog. It is a place where feelings are safely kept, a hideaway for the troubled souls. Here you could find beautiful tunes from a variety of artists, popular or unheard of, as well as occasional radio podcasts on random topics.

Thank you for visiting. If you feel that this could be the place for you, please come back.

With love,


"Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely."

"Dirge Without Music"
~Edna St. Vincent Millay~

"I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.  Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone.  They are gone to feed the roses.  Elegant and curled
Is the blossom.  Fragrant is the blossom.  I know.  But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know.  But I do not approve.  And I am not resigned.

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.  Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone.  They are gone to feed the roses.  Elegant and curled
Is the blossom.  Fragrant is the blossom.  I know.  But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know.  But I do not approve.  And I am not resigned."
