brains are weird

Going on three or four days that this song has been running through my mind at will.

Everyday I Write The Book [Elvis Costello]
Don't tell me you don't know what love is
When you're old enough to know better
WHEN YOU FIND STRANGE HANDS IN YOUR SWEATER
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions
And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book

Chapter One we didn't really get along
Chapter Two I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, Five and Six

The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks

Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel

[Don't ask me why that one line is in bold but I was tickled by the fact that whoever posted the lyrics did that, so I kept it...]

I never even thought I knew it well enough for it to cycle through my head on its own. But there you have it. Thus, brains are weird. I seriously believe there are brain cells leaking out of my head right as I write this, you just never know what will happen next. But I am just hoping that I don't get a repeat of the nightmare I had this morning. Let's just say I am afraid to go to the bathroom now. YIKES!

Here's the video in case you have no idea what this song sounds like. Give it a listen and maybe you can have it as your soundtrack, too.



And, I can't resist this shorter version from the SOLID GOLD TV show... wow, 1983, who knew I was even listening to Elvis Costello in 1983?!