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My mind is aswirl with complicated lyric. It's uncontrolled, uncontrollable. I'd always thought it was completely random, the songs that I wake up with, the snatches of music that repeat incessantly in my head, but I think that it's dictated by stress level. The more stressful my day is, the more complicated the lyric.

Fragmented, mind you, and the same line, or couple of lines, pulled from different songs.

Now as the sweet imbecilities tumble so lavishly into her lap--
Is that friar on the fire? Mercy no sir look closer you'll notice it's grocer--
Were they worthless beans were they oversold oh and tell us who persudaded you to steal that gold--
Listen everybody, I'm afraid you didn't hear, or do you want to see a crazy lady fall apart in front of you, it isn't only Paul who may be ruining his life, you know we'll both of us be losing our identities, I telephoned my analyst about it and he said to
see him Monday, but by Monday I'll be floating in the Hudson with the other garbage--

Work needs to calm down.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:22 PM | shower me with attention