Well it isn't exactly subconsious soundtrack, being poetry--but lines from Yeats' poems often pop into my head at odd moments (I'm still very very amused at the Easter 1916 quotes that passed on through a few weeks ago ...All changed, changed utterly:A terrible beauty is born. On second thought, not really that cheerful, but it seemed apt at the time. Anyhow, this week's random out-of-context mental musings a la Yeats is X: Her Anxiety from Words For Music Perhaps. Gee, I'm in such a chipper mood today.