Tag: earworm
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stuck in a loop
So I’ve already written more than once about getting a song stuck in my head. Happens to everybody, but I’m pretty sure my brain takes it to an extreme most other people don’t experience. I could be wrong. This belief is not supported by even the tiniest shred of evidence. But it feels absolutely true. Read.
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osmosis
The song stuck in my head this morning was Abba’s “Take A Chance On Me,” a song I’m not particularly fond of but nevertheless know all the words to. I know all the words to a lot of Abba songs, which is kind of odd because I never turned the radio up when I heard Read.
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musical
The Freddie Fender ballad “Before The Next Teardrop Falls” has been playing on a fucking loop in my head for the past 48 hours. I loathe this song in capital letters: LOATHE. I can’t say why; it’s one of those gut reactions that makes me instantly change the radio station. I think I can say Read.
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skyrockets in flight
I have the pop song Afternoon Delight stuck in my head. It ought to be Muskrat Love, the song I was reading about when one of the commenters to the online article noted that it was one of those schmaltzy pop songs they couldn’t help but love, like Afternoon Delight. For some reason, my brain Read.
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earworm
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Manic Monday
The song stuck in my head all last week was The Bangles’ Manic Monday. Pick just about any one of their songs and I’ll tap my feet or sing along with it, so ordinarily I wouldn’t be bothered if one was stuck in my head for days on end, but Manic Monday is arguably the Read.
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Kill Me Now
The song stuck in my head this morning is the saccharin-sweet teen ballad Loving You by Debbie Gibson Minnie Riperton. It’s been playing on a loop for hours. I want to die. Next-day edit: I eventually got this song out of my head without killing myself, but it came back the next day. Not only Read.
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earworm
“I got a song stuck in my head,” My Darling B said the other day. “Yeah, me too,” I said. “You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.” She chuckled at that. “Really?” “It’ll be okay,” I assured her. “Mine is one you like.” “Okay,” she said, sounding rather unsure, “if you say so,” Read.
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Call Me Maybe
Stuck in my head all day: Read.
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craptaculous
The song stuck in my head this morning is Oh What A Night. I have never liked this song. Never. I loathed it the first time I heard it. Loathed. “Hate” is too weak a word to describe my feelings toward this song. Only loathed comes close. It’s not that there’s nothing redeeming about the Read.
