In A Lyrical Mood

My mind works in mysterious ways.  For example, I remember almost nothing of my personal past - it just isn't there (or maybe it's blocked), unless someone else reminds me or I've written it down somewhere. (Yet another reason for my memory well posts - if I do get reminded of something, it's good to write it down and freeze it in my memory.)  However, if you're talking sheer trivia, I'm your girl.  There's a reason why no one will play Trivial Pursuit with me - last time I played, my friends insisted we play the drunken version (take a drink every time you answer a question right, down a shot each time you get a wedge).  They thought it would give them an advantage, since I am not a heavy drinker.  Wiped the board with them...  see, some people are mad drunks, some people are happy drunks... I'm an exact drunk.  The drunker I get, the more precise I get.  Like I said, my mind works in mysterious ways.

Anyway - the point of today's digression...  my mind is also lyrical flypaper.  Any song that I've ever heard more than a couple of times is stuck up there - not necessarily correctly, depends on how I heard it, but it's stuck there.  (For the longest time, I swore that the words were "High up on the mountaintop, a badger chased a squirrel", but anyway...)  And at odd moments, my brain will just throw up a song to the top of the list, and it WON'T GO AWAY!!!  It's like having my own personal soundtrack.  Sometimes, it's not so bad - yesterday's was "You Give Love A Bad Name", and Bon Jovi has always been one of my guilty pleasures - but today.  Today, my brain keeps repeating this obscure waltz tune from 1895 (yes, that's right - 1895) - And The Band Played On.  "Casey would waltz with a strawberry blonde and the band played on.  He'd glide cross the floor with the girl he adored and the band played on.  But his brain was so loaded he nearly exploded, the poor girl would shake with alarm.  He'd never leave the girl with the strawberry curl and the band played on."  No idea where I heard it originally, no clue why it popped up today, and no idea what the hell that third sentence could possibly refer to...  but with any luck, it's going to turn out to be viral transmission, and I will be able to pass it off to one of you guys and get back to "Shot to the heart, and you're to blame!"