What am I singing? A song of seeds — The food of love. Eat the music.

الموسيقى غذاء كل المحبين.

People dancing all in the street
See the rhythm all in their feet
Life is good, wild and sweet.
Let the music play on (play on, play on)
Feel it in your heart
And feel it in your soul
Let the music take control.

There's a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.

Life is one grand sweet song so start the music

Music is like basil. Put it on. Don't think twice.

Come on, come on, my sweetling, the music’s still playing. Might I have this dance, my lady?

Music is like food. It is necessary for me to stay alive. It is a fundamental part of being a human being. It is sustenance, full of different flavors, full of culture and beauty... I also just really love food, so, this is my analogy, I guess.

We went through a hard time, and we had to turn to music as a means to putting food on the table. And we've been doing it ever since. No regrets either.

So listen up and just let the music play

If love played an instrument, I’ll bet it would be the piano. 88 keys, double infinity, and the ability to chop down trees with a sharpened mustache.

Translation: In fact, food can also bring out the feeling of music. For example, in French composer Ravel's classic piece Jeux d'eau, the last line is just like the disappearance of champagne bubbles.

Music is any sound you want to go on and on.