“Now My charms are all o’erthrown,
And what strength I have’s mine own,
Which is most faint: Now ‘tis true,
I must be here confined by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And Pardon’d the deceiver dwell,
In this bare island by your spell,
But release me from my bands,
From the help of your good hands:
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so that is assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon’d be,
Let your indulgence set me free.”— William Shakespeare, The Tempest
More great music recommendations from the Turntable.
Dark was a UK prog/psych band out of the early 1970s that, for some reason, found itself with one of the most negative Last.fm descriptions ever. Screw that noise, though. This band put out a single, excellent album in 1972. It’s mellow, expansive, fuzzy, and just a little experimental, so all in all a great record for the coming summer months.
When you’re all alone in your lonely room & there’s nothing but the smell of her perfume. Ah don’t you feel like crying? Don’t you feel like crying? Ah don’t you feel like crying? Come on, come on cry to me.