Play It Sam.

I’m listening to the same song over and over. It’s not an earworm, but on occasion I find myself playing a song again, and again.  Now normally that sort of thing drives me nuts.  I remember a couple of us from my Hall at University going to a guy’s room, pulling Bob Welch’s French Kiss right off his turntable and hurling it out the window. I mean the guy would play nothing else.  Good album, if I remember, but there are limits.

But for some strange reason every now and then a song grabs me and I’ll just keep playing it.  Currently it is Book of Love by Peter Gabriel.  I think the last one was Indifference of Heaven by Warren Zevon. I don’t even want to talk about Tracy Chapman’s The Promise (that was during a difficult time in my life) which probably set a record for most continuous playing of a single song.  Book of Love is from the soundtrack to Shall We Dance, and I downloaded it yesterday. I don’t think I’ll look to see what the play count is at right now. 

The Book of Love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing.
It’s full of charts, and facts and figures,
and instructions for dancing.
But I, I love it when you read to me,
and you, you can read me anything.

The Book of Love is long and boring,
and written very long ago.
It’s full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes,
and things we’re all too young to know.
But I, I love it when you give me things,
And you, you love to give me wedding rings.