I hate earworms. Even earworms of good songs.

[WritingIsMyReligion]

I can't decide whether or not a good song makes a more pleasant earworm. :shrug:

I submit for your own earworm tendencies Jackson Browne and "The Pretender," live and solo piano.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhp96VWLEqA

I'm going to rent myself a house
In the shade of the freeway;
I'm going to pack my lunch in the morning
And go to work each day,
And when the evening rolls around
I'll go on home and lay my body down,
And when the morning light comes streaming in,
I'll get up and do it again.
Amen.
Say it again:
Amen.

I want to know what became of the changes
We waited for love to bring;
Were they only the fitful dreams
Of some greater awakening?
I've been aware of the time going by;
They say in the end it's the wink of an eye,
And when the morning light comes streaming in,
You'll get up and do it again.
Amen.

Caught between the longing for love
And the struggle for the legal tender,
Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring
And the junk man pounds his fender,
Where the veterans dream of the fight
Fast asleep at the traffic light,
And the children solemnly wait
For the ice cream vendor:
Out into the cool of the evening
Strolls the pretender.
He knows that all his hopes and dreams
Begin and end there.

Ah, the laughter of the lovers
As they run through the night,
Leaving nothing for the others
But to choose off and fight
And tear at the world with all their might,
While the ships bearing their dreams
Sail out of sight.

I'm going to find myself a girl
Who can show me what laughter means,
And we'll fill in the missing colors
In each other's paint-by-number dreams,
And then we'll put our dark glasses on,
And we'll make love until our strength is gone,
And when the morning light comes streaming in
We'll get up and do it again....
Get it up again.

I'm going to be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender,
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender,
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy,
Though true love could have been a contender.
Are you there?
Say a prayer for the pretender,
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender.

Say a prayer for the pretender...
Are you there for the pretender?

[Fox Mulder]

1. I had Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata stuck in my head at work yesterday.

Yeah, I know, I'm a nerd. :)

[WritingIsMyReligion]

2. I've had Bach's 8th Invention stuck in my head of late.

:D

[Fox Mulder]

3. That sounds like a pleasant earworm to me.

:)